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Rushing down the tunnel like a dog chasing a squirrel, you and Raj follow the trail of bodies, shells, and blood as best you can… and luckily (or unluckily depending on your perspective) there’s a <span class="mu-i">lot</span> to follow!
Say what you want about the girl, based off of all the bug corpses you can guess she’s probably been through the ringer… one shell, two shells, <span class="mu-i">three</span>... you don’t know if she found any more on the way over, but by your count Pepper’s probably running low by now…
Your plan goes well… for a time, at least, but as you reach the freshest-looking corpse, one that still reeks of gunpowder, you realize that the path ahead of you culminates in a dead end–a flooded section of tunnel and not much else!
“You don’t think she…” Raj mutters as the two of you scan the tepid-looking water, “Dived in, right?”
No chance, you sigh, even if she <span class="mu-i">was</span> that desperate you’re pretty sure she would rather die on land… You’re just about to take a closer look at the water when a gunshot rings out across the tunnels–one that DEFINITELY came from this level… and pretty far away from you, from the sound of it!
Retracing your steps past the cooling puddles of blood and still-twitching monster corpses, you finally make it to an area of the mine that looks more like some kind of power plant… or water treatment station!
Massive turbines and tanks line the cavern connected via a dizzying network of pipes and valves, and as you proceed deeper into the facility you find yourself in a central chamber dwarfed by a colossal bank of old terminals and monitors in the middle of it all!
Besides the exit you entered from, the only other way out is another tunnel marked ‘<span class="mu-i">AUX SHAFT</span>’, but that’s not what gets your attention!
Up a ladder and on the catwalk above stands a familiar redhead–her petite form trembling like a leaf in the wind as she leans against the terminal for balance! Your earlier assessment was right–her clean and spiffy attire is now disheveled, torn, and soaked with blood from several cuts, and the <span class="mu-s">SHOTGUN</span> in the girl’s bloody hand is still smoking from its two barrels.
Tapping away at a built-in keyboard, the girl doesn’t notice you as you and Raj step over the still-writhing corpse of her most recent insectoid victim.
“Of <span class="mu-i">COURSE</span> it’s missing a part…” Groans the journalist as she smacks her forehead against the terminal, “Just <span class="mu-i">had</span> to be the damn <span class="mu-s">PUMPS</span>, didn’t it…”
What do?
>SNEAK OVER AND GRAB HER–NO TELLING HOW SHE’LL REACT!
>GREET HER IN A FRIENDLY MANNER–LOOKS LIKE SHE COULD USE SOME!
>TELL HER HOW PISSED YOU ARE… SHE DRAGGED YOU AND RAJ ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE?
>JUST TOSS A PEBBLE AT HER OR SOMETHING!
>LEAVE… THIS MIGHT NOT BE A GOOD TIME!
>WRITE-IN!
