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The door opened, as Mirii walked out of the room while holding a Splatterscope with both her hands and carrying an Ink Tank on her back. As her face was frowning a little, her irises fell on Bars and Grina as words were coming out from their mouths.
"So, you finally got out!" Grina walks in front of the girl, standing in front of her, with her wrists on her hips as her face frowned. "Seriously, are you nuts enough to listen to that bag of lies?!"
"She has the remote, Grina." Mirii lifts her head a little. "If I'm not present, the officers will"
"Will arrest us, I know!" Grina opens her arms, bending forward. "But you know she's covering her cards, Mirii! Don't you think this whole mission smells worse than burnt steak?!"
"Girl, like don't give me nightmares…" Bars downturned his mouth, trembling a bit.
"Ha ha, don't say things like that Barsy!" Turning over the boy, Grina closes her eyes, as she smiles widely and bring her hands on her back.
A yellowish sparkling aurora surrounded the girl, as her cheeks got slightly red.
"Not after what you did before…" She lowers her head, with her eyes open, blushing even more. "I'd never dream to give you nightmares…"
Her ears rose, as step noises were coming from her right: turning her head in that direction, her right hand stood on Mirii's right shoulder. Her legs stopped, as her head kept looking down the pad.
"Mirii, can I say the reason why you are ignoring common sense?" Her left wrist stood on her left hip. "Not that I want to see you turn into living curry."
Mirii snorted, as her shoulders moved back and forth.
"You want to splat that woman, just because you let her get under your nose like an idiot." Grina sighs loudly.
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Frowning a lot, Mirii turns over Grina with multiple veins popped on her forehead, as her arms stretched down. "Not only she has the powers to throw three Inklings in jail, but she also possess those documents which the Headquarters must obtain in order to impede her plans for the ultimate dictat"
"Siiiigh!" Grina turns behind, with her arms open, her eyes closed and her mouth open: she shrugs, while her head was slowly shaking and a sweat drop appears on her head's right side. "You know, that perfectionism art you keep dancing for, should really get some tweaks since its honesty section kinda stinks worse than a robber's breath."
Smoke came from Mirii's ears: her trembling right hand slides from the top of her head, all the way to the bottom.
"I-I have to go…" Jerkily, she turns behind with her shoulders up. "I-I don't have time to waste my energies with your non-existent brain…"
She walks away, still trembling.
"No one dares to unfairly trick perfection and getting away with it… that woman will soon meet her doom, once the match will start."
"Hey Mirii!"
The girl turns behind, as her tentacles got up, her eyes were on fire and her right fist rose.
"BE QUIET, ENDLESS"
"Good luck against that joker!" Grina rose her right thumb, while grinning.
"Yeah! Like, send her in a concert of pain!" Bars rose his fists, while smiling.
Mirii kept seeing the two Inklings with her mouth open: she turns behind, quickly moving towards the pad. She stood, with her head down.
"Thank you… friends." She whispered, while smiling.
Turning into a Squid, Mirii jumps inside the pad. She dashes throughout the ink, as her skin changed into orange. Closing her eyes, she soon grows back her limbs as her head shakes violently once, making residue ink flying a bit.
Her eyes were seeing a long table with chairs on each side of its edges. There was a computer monitor at the head of the table, with a larger and flat one on the wall behind. On the right, there were small library shelves behind doors with glass in the middle.
"So, you came." From under the head of the table, the woman rose as she was forming her limbs and body.
Smiling, the woman cocks her Splattershot Jr: her tentacles were colored in magenta, with ink of the same color contained inside her Ink Tank on her back.
"Almost 5 minutes too…" Her eyes were seeing Mirii's weapon. "… although, I thought that you would speed through the decision process."
"This is not a splatting arena." Mirii rose her head, as her eyelids lowered to the middle. "What tactics are you conceiving?"
"No tactics, dear!" The woman turns completely around, while smiling. "The entire tower is our fighting arena."
"Then, I must ask for a weapon change." Mirii rose her Splatterscope to her body level. "A Charger can't compete in an arena full of walls."
"Why don't you allow me to explain the rules…" The woman's eyelids lowered, her smile increased.
Mirii growled faintly, with her teeth out, frowning a bit.
"As I said, the tower is the entire fighting arena… that also means the outside can be used as well." Her head tilts upwards. "That's where I'll run off…"
"Run?!" Mirii bends slightly backwards, showing her teeth more. "A coward strategy will do nothing, but cover you into an unforgivable shame!"
"Ha ha ha ha!" Her sideways right hand stood in front of her mouth. "I figured you would quickly jab my face with such seemingly golden opportunity… but acting like a coward isn't just a mere strategy…"
Her face got darker.
"… it's also the best way I have to win."
"Wh-what do you mean?!" Mirii's irises shrunk, with her mouth open.
"Because this splatting fight isn't really an ordinary one…" The woman rotates her Splattershot Jr. with her right forefinger.
Her fingers grabbed its handle.
"… your objective is to splat me, before I reach The Great Alarm."
"The Great Alarm…?" Mirii swallows silently.
"It's a special device made for drastic situations…" The woman shrugs, grinning. "A push of its button… and the entire city will hear its delicate sound."
Mirii's heart stopped for a moment, as her irises shrunk. Her limbs were as still as a statue.
"What an epic way to end your young lives, right?! Everyone would know who are the Squids that kept the Turf War Station closed, for so long!" The woman's head rose, as her grin only increased and her irises shrunk down a bit, while her eyebrows were down. "I'll show all the evidence I got… and with that, I mean the damage you three caused in this building! I'll accuse the Inkopolis Security Team to be the responsible for those improvise attacks, all financed by the big brands themselves."
Mirii gasped loudly, as her jaw dropped.
"I'll force them to accept my special rules, if they want to save their images… and soon, with all the money I can make, I'll take control of this entire city! Forever!" She laughed loudly.
Mirii lowers her head, as her face got a bit darker.
"... after all your promises…" She trembles a bit. "Your true colors could make criminals reconsider their path of illegal activity." She holds the trigger of her weapon. "Your desire of power is truly disgusting…"
"Aaawww, really? I'm not worthy of such splendid title…!" Her right hand stood on her right cheek, while smiling. "I lack some spine into being a REAL butt, since I'm giving you this chance to save you and your friends… I mean, if you splat me, you win! I'll fly back to my villa, incapable of demonstrating a thing against you!"
"We'll also take the documents…" Mirii rose her head back to neutral position.
"Oh…!" The woman's irises shrunk, as her mouth stood open. "You wouldn't"
"I'll make sure that you'll be sent to the worst prison, a Squid would live." Mirii frowns a lot, showing her teeth. "Or if necessary, I'LL PERSONALLY THROW YOU INTO THE VASTNESS OF THE DESERT AND ENJOY SEEING YOU MELT LIKE THE WICKED WITCH YOU TRULY ARE!"
BLAM!
A line of orange ink reached the wall at the front. The woman stood to the right, behind the computer.
"… poor thing… you'll keep missing your shots, while I reach The Great Alarm…" Her head was looking at the door.
Mirii snorted loudly, as her right finger pulled the trigger once more.
BLAM!
The ink knocked down the monitor, as it exploded once impacting the floor. The woman stood near the door, with her right hand on the handle. Mirii ran, as she pulled the trigger of her weapon: the woman opened the door, sprinting out of the room.
The girl turned over the door, passing through: her head moved left and right, seeing multiple doors extending along the wall. A door is particular was tilting a bit backwards. Her ears rose, as her head turned to the right.
From a distance, a fin was moving as it left a line behind with floor pieces flying around.