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Nope, you groan, earning a quizzical look from Syb as you reach into your pocket, you just can’t stop thinking about it!
“About?” She asks, leaning in curiously as your hand returns from its dive carrying the RADIO CHRISTY GAVE YOU! Mitz and TALBOT, who else!? Who knows what kind of shenanigans they’re getting into while you’re mucking about in some old ruins?
“Hopefully nothing too dangerous–Mitzi DID say that PITCHFORK ROCK was somewhat infamous among divers…” The Goth shrugs as you twist the dial on the top of the gizmo. Well whatever they’re getting into, you continue, it’s a good thing you decided to leave a radio with those clowns–you’re not entirely keen on swimming all the way back up to them!
“Pretty sure dat’ was Syb’s idea, cupcake.”
SSSH, you hiss, bringing a finger up to your mouth, you’re on the RADIO! Greeted by an unpleasant amount of static, it takes a few salutations before you hear a faint, if not welcome response.
“-AN! You learned to talk underwater, huh?”
No time for jokes, Mitz, you snarl, you need a STATUS REPORT! ON THE DOUBLE!
“Aye aye, cap.” She replies in her perpetually-chill voice. “The boat got jumped by a few of those freaky fish girls we ran into a while back, but T gave ‘em a warm welcome.”
You can’t help but smile hearing the muffled, yet still triumphant ‘ha HA!’ in the background. Them too, huh?
“Yep… Take it that means you tangled with a few too.”
You did, but she can look that up in the history books… because it’s HISTORY now! THEY’RE history!
“Couldn’t have happened to nicer folks…” Mitz sighs. “Well other than that we’re just off the shore of PITCHFORK ROCK–not really keen on landing, though–the water here is choppier’n Hell.” The Rent-A-Cop pauses for a moment. “Though if mermaids hang out around here, that’d probably explain why so many divers go missing…”
“Yea, their hospitality skills could use a little work.” Ly remarks, earning a nod from Syb. Yea, you snort, and their DODGING skills!
“Well they don’t need skills if they’ve got numbers, boss.” Mitz counters, earning an incredulous grunt from off-radio. “The ROCK’s got more holes in it than Swiss Cheese–and I don’t wanna know what’s gonna crawl out if we stick around here for long, so…” The tomboy’s voice trails off. “What’s the plan? You guys coming back up, or did you find something?”
You relay the last few updates to your boat buds: your run-in with Guppy, the monolith, and, most importantly, the teleporter!
“I mean… 50 Percent’s not bad.” Mitz replies, causing Syb to visibly recoil. That’s what YOU’RE saying!
>CONTD.
