CH6
"It's just a jump to the left..."
I bet now your expecting me to go on about how he, Thompson, beat me senseless trying to get useless information about things he already knew about and then sentenced me to a slow death by being eaten alive by vicious man-eating 3 foot long worms.
Please note the sarcasm as it drips from my voice.
Sorry, being beaten by vicious thugs and being injected with various drugs, all while hearing how Thompson plans to turn my family against themselves doesn't do much for my out look on life.
So… what was it he talked about while I lay on the ground twitching in a pool of my own blood? Well… basically every thing we thought we knew was wrong. that much he stated at the beginning. Which means we're all back at square one.
That is… if I some how manage to leave here alive.
And seeing as they have every thing planed out for one insane shark, that idea isn't looking too good.
Arg… what do they keep giving me..? Maybe one of the overly intelligent tech guys will tell me. Then again, maybe one of them will let me go.
"Hey what was that noise?" tech guy #1 says.
"Don't know… should we check it out?" tech guy #2
"Can't hurt. Twinkle toes in there has enough drugs in him to put out a rhino. I wonder what they do to sharks?" #1
"Heheh… don't you mean twinkle-fins? OW! Hey! What was that for?" #2
"No bad puns on this shift Bruno." #1
Then again… I could get lucky. Let's see… If I shake my wrists slightly, the manacles trigger something that injects more drugs into me via an IV.
But…
They don't do anything while I'm being beaten. If I'm lucky they have sensors that respond to just the little movements. That or Thompson was really cheap. His helpers don't seem like the type to push a little button or flip a switch just so they can beat up a helpless shark.
They might forget and thus give the poor little helpless shark an overdose.
I'm not digging for sympathy from you, my imaginary friends. That might chase you all away.
All right… one good well placed but not well-balanced jerk of the wrists should work. I hope, or else it's fun time with more drugs… Ick. So…
One…
Two…
*Click*
Click? I look and my now free arms, though they're a little blurry. That was too easy… next you'll be telling me that that's my gear right over there on the counter.
I walk over and, guess what? Low and behold… it's my gear on the counter. Which isn't that much… Just a head set some sticky explosive things and detonators. I'm shocked they left that here.
Too easy.
Way too easy.
Trap easy.
But… if this is a trap then the guards should be conveniently knocked out… let's test this theory. I put on my headset and start to move to the door.
~Rip?~
Yes I did just jump two feet into the air.
"Don't do that!" I hiss in to my mic.
~Oops…sorry. I wasn't sure it was you. How did you get out anyhow? The last transmission we got from you was you saying damn. Care to enlighten us?~
"Yes I got caught, no I didn't say anything, they gave me a lot of drugs but if I made a sound I was hurt. Badly. I think I have a migraine to go with my concussion."
~Ok… then how did you get out of your cell?~
"I didn't. I'm still in it. I was about to leave but-"
~But?~
"But my guards just walked in the room. Just a sec."
And boy are they surprised. They just stood there. Jaw on the ground shock. I knocked them out with Jabs favored method, two quick punches to the face. That'll leave a mark.
"Ok, back. By the way tell Jabs I have a new respect for his knock out method."
~Heheh~
"So, which way?"
~Left. Are you sure your alright?~
"Yes, isn't this the way Shard took?"
~Unfortunately yes, want us to find you a different path? It might take you by more guards.~
"Na, let's wing it this way."
~Your insane.~
"I know."
So… after getting lost twice, knocking out some more guards and blowing a six-foot hole in a random wall (I'm kidding) I finally find the little purple sticker on the map. other wise known as the place that went boom. or, in lamans terms, where Shard died.
"So now what?"
"Now you die."
I intelligently say huh? as I turn around to see, in a still druggy haze, something coming at me that looks pain full. I run. I hear a weird sound.
Cue blackness of doom.