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Turrets, ey? Well you’ve got one <span class="mu-i">TOO!</span> Gritting your teeth as that sweet, sweet <span class="mu-s">ANGER</span> pulses through you, you dig your heels as steady as you can before giving the whole tunnel a lead bath!
However high-tech the <span class="mu-s">AUTO TURRETS</span> are, they clearly weren’t gauged against a <span class="mu-s">.50 CAL!</span> Swerving through the rain of glowing green lights dancing around you, Chuck somehow manages to avoid throwing you off as you pop through the sleek, metallic defenses of the lab’s security systems!
Your mayhem continues as you delve even deeper downwards, but no matter how many turrets you annihilate there’s always one more! Ducking underneath a beam of green light, you can feel one of the hairs on your head sizzle just from being close to it–talk about a spicy meatball!
“UP AHEAD!”
Following your driver’s screamed direction, you realize what he means–a colossal bulkhead similar to the ones you encountered in the last lab is already closing when you approach it, but Chuck’s already tasted luck once during this ride… he ain’t takin’ his foot off the gas now!
The crazy mother<span class="mu-i">fucker</span>...
Abandoning your post for the safe, secure interior of the APC, you briefly contemplate how you’ll spend your last few moments before the deranged old man pancakes your ride against the closing airlock…
You could always make out with Pepper agai-
Like a runner sprinting for home plate, the APC barely slides underneath the closing door in a shower of sparks and squealing metal! While the <span class="mu-s">TURRET</span> didn’t quite limbo underneath, the rest of the vehicle blasts through a massive <span class="mu-s">SECURITY CHECKPOINT</span> outfitted with a canopy of glowing red emitters of some kind!
“END OF THE ROAD, IMBECILES!”
… and <span class="mu-i">another</span> bank of monitors with Rivka’s gloating face projected onto them. Something tells you these came out of her own pocket…
Chuck never struck you as the kind of guy to goof around, and right now is no different! Not bothering to slow down even with the airlock’s twin brother sitting shut just beyond the emitters, the groundskeeper turns back to face everyone with one more barked order:
“<span class="mu-s">HIT THE DECK!</span>”
You only manage to stoop your head a little bit before you feel a wave of intense heat wash over you…
>ROLL ME 4d100 TO HIT THE AFOREMENTIONED DECK! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL:+5 (+5 SPEED BONUS)
>PEPPER:+5 (+5 DIIIIESSSSEEELLL :3)
>RAJ:+5 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER)
>CHUCK:+5 (+5 I'LL MAKE IT BACK, LIBBY)
Probably the last update of the night, too--got plans this evening. Should be back around 4-5PM PST on WEDNESDAY, though!
