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Mirii's eyes were right on that moving fin, as her hands were lifting her Splatterscope. With her right eye looking through the scope, the girl released the trigger.
BLAM!
The Sharkmoler jumped out, yelping loudly! Mirii holds down the trigger, still with her right eye behind the scope. This time, the line coming from the weapon was standing on the creature's forehead.
BLAM!
Orange ink colored the face, with the eyes immediately closed: the paws were already shaking off all the ink, with the beast making chocking noises. Mirii's head turned to her left, still on that door: she breathes loudly once, frowning as much as she could.
She sprinted, as her right foot kicked down the door: only the floor had large spots of magenta ink, as the rest of the furniture had only some dust. Suddenly, everything is moving in slow-motion around the girl.
"She might jump out from that ink… but her speed will never outshine true perfection." As her finger was holding the trigger, Mirii rose her weapon. "It's been a while, since I used my special skill… fruit of countless secret training I did some time ago… but I have no choice: that woman must be stopped at all costs."
Aiming down at one of the magenta spots, Mirii let out a shot, which covered all the floor and impacted over a monitor. Immediately, she pulls out the trigger and shots another ink line in less than a second: this time, the monitor flew in the air, hitting an office chair in the process.
Her eyes were glowing, as her weapon kept releasing shots after shots: papers flies all over the place, vases fell in the ground as they crumbled into pieces, glasses from tall shelves broke and files went out as one of the shelves slowly tilts down.
CRAAAASSSHHH!
Mirii yells, as her right fingers stood on her head's right side: they kept rotating, as her mouth was showing her teeth and her eyes were closed.
"My head… it still hurts after I use that move… I always forget the results it carries in my mind…" Her eyes were trembling, slowly opening. "But I can safely conclude that the battle has been won perfectly…"
The room was almost covered in orange, with a shelf down on the floor, papers scattered around and a broken monitor sitting down, next to a flipped office chair. The girl smiles. Her left ear rose, as she froze in place.
A Splattershot Jr. was pointed right on Mirii's neck: the woman was smiling, with her left hand on her hip. Her hands were no longer round and her shape was rather thin as well.
"Good job, Mirii." She closes her eyes. "I didn't thought you could devastate a room this much!"
Mirii's irises stood on her left, as a single sweat slides down from her head's left side.
"… how did you knew about my special skill…?"
"I didn't." The woman frowns a bit, opening her eyes to the middle. "I thought you would just shot few times… luckily, I was in the other room."
"… I don't understand…" Mirii grits her teeth a bit.
"What?" The woman tilts her head to her left a little.
"… why are you not shooting me?" Her mind suddenly felt in pain, same for her lungs.
"… maybe because I don't like winning against weakened people, like you." The woman lowers her weapon, as she turns her back and walks away. "And besides, I still want to active the alarm…"
"Nnngghhh!" Mirii jerkily turns over her left, as she violently bends down, with her eyelids on the middle. "I-I'm not showing any signs of inferiority!" She breathes loudly.
"Whatever." The woman shrugs her shoulder, as she opens her bended arms. "Why don't you rest on a sofa or something? You can also use the floor, if you feel like"
"I'M NOT WEAK!" Mirii pulls the trigger, as her right eye quickly watches the woman.
BLAM!
The ink rests on the floor: on the left, the woman lands on her feet.
"WH-WHAT?!" Mirii frowns a lot, gritting her teeth even more. "HOW CAN YOU AVOID MY SHOT?! THIS IS RIDICULOUS!"
The girl starts dashing, as her legs were burning more than ever. Her eyes were staring at the woman, although were getting a bit red. She yawns silently. A roar made her eyelids skyrocket, as her head quickly turns behind: the Sharkmoler dived on the floor, moving forward with the fin exposed.
Mirii holds the trigger of her weapon: the Ink Tank flashed, making a clicking sound.
"No…!" Her irises shrunk. "I-I forgot…"
The fin dashes, causing even louder noises. The girl bends down, as her legs were moving like mad! She shouts internally, as her eyes caught the woman back.
"You claimed I was weak… yet, you are using an animal to interfere with my tactics!" Mirii frowns a lot.
"Sharpy is part of the challenge! Do you want me to admit how skilled you are? Then, why don't you play with him for a bit?" The woman turns to the left.
Mirii accelerates even more, almost sliding while turning to the left.
SLAM!
A large, metallic door was what Mirii's eyes were seeing. On her right, the right tip of a large counter which had several sofas looking at it. 2 elevator doors were on the girl's left side, as a small vase was standing in the middle.
Mirii jumped right in front of the door, with her hands grasping the handle: the creature jumped out, slamming against some sofas, which got crushed. Mirii's head turned over the creature, as her hands were taking her weapon back up, with the finger pulling the trigger…
The animal looks down at the girl, munching the air and roaring.
BLAM!
Ink covered the face again: this time, the beast yelped while standing on the back paws. Immediately, the creature dashed with the eyes closed towards Mirii: she jumped over the door, as her feet stood on it. She jumped again from there, passing above the Sharkmoler.
THUUUUUUUUUUUMMPP!
The door fell forward, releasing a loud clanking sound. The animal's head twisted a bit: Mirii jumps on the back, jumping again past Sharpy. The girl dashes on the spiral staircases, which were leading upwards going counter-clockwise.
Breaking noises penetrate through her ears, as her head twists on the left: the Sharkmoler sprints with all fours, leaving behind crumbling stair steps. Mirii gasps, jumping more than one step. The creature was getting closer, releasing another roar.
Suddenly, Mirii's left feet touched the edge of a stair, as she fell down with her arms stretched forward. Her chin landed on a step, followed by a ear-piercing short yell. Her palms were already pushing her arms up… until she completely floats over the stairs.
She dashes, without any of her limbs moving. A scent invaded her nose… which was a mix between rotten eggs and garlic. She made a grimace, as her sight was a bit blurry. As her hands stood on her nose, she flies even faster over an open door landing on her stomach and sliding down on the smooth floor.
Trembling, she stands up on her right knee: turning back, her eyes were seeing the Sharkmoler sitting down with the eyes pointed down towards a direction.
"Are you alright?!"
Twisting back, Mirii saw the woman's face: her eyebrows were up, her mouth was downturned. Her tentacles were now orange, as her hands were holding the air.
"… wh-what…"
Frowning, the woman turns over Sharpy.
"There wasn't any need to follow her all the way here! Especially throwing her like a piece of trash…" She squeezes her eyes a bit.
The Sharkmoler lowered the head, whimpering. The woman shakes her head, with her eyes closed.
"Well, at least you saved her… she would have fallen all the way"
Suddenly, Mirii's hands stood on her shirt, as veins were popped out of her forehead.
"I had enough of your idiotic games!" Her mouth was showing her fangs.
"W-wait!" The woman's irises shrunked.
"No! I'll end your maniacal existence once and for all!" Her right hand fell on her right pocket. "Be prepared to admit which Squid will meet the jail…"
She took out a pair of handcuffs.
"Mirii, please!" She moves left and right, with her head down and her eyes closed. "Let me explain the entire situation"
"Enough!" The girl turns around the woman, as her handcuffs opened. "Be quiet and never dare to say a word to me, again…"
The woman's face darkened.
ZIP!
"NO!" Mirii saw the woman landing in front of her, as she lifts her remote up in the air.
The woman was smiling, with her left wrist on her left hip.
"I figured you had more tricks up your sleeves, Mirii… I knew I should have been more careful…"
"You'll not dare!" Mirii stretches down her arms, as both hands were forming fists. "I followed the rules, I choose to send you to the police instead of your rich villa, since your alibi is absolutely untrustworthy."
"I kinda regret not doing this before… but I have the time to correct my mistake." She closes her eyes.
Mirii's irises shrunk rapidly: she swallows silently, as sweat covered her forehead.
"No… I don't want to live in a prison… I-I don't deserve it, at all… I… … I want to stay with Hunley…" Her eyes got watery.
…
SPRAAAAN!
Small pieces fly towards Mirii, landing on her feet. Her eyes kept watching, her limbs stood still. The woman was bending down, with her right hand almost touching the floor. In front of her feet, a scrambled remote with disjointed buttons scattered around.
Her irises shrunk a little, her mouth stood open. The woman smiles, as she lifts her posture with her hands on her back.
"Well… it was the only solution." She closes her eyes, tilting her head to the right a little. "With that, the last challenge is concluded."
Mirii kept her expression. The woman sighs loudly, as her eyes reopened.
"Now, I hope you'll listen to my short explanation…" Her left hand moved her left tentacle behind her left shoulder. "And before you wonder, there is no great alarm in this tower. If there was one like that, you bet that the jail was the only place I would ever see. Also, the fat around me was just a fake element, used in case some Agents would tell you that the janitor's shape is rather large."
"… but… why…" Mirii whispered.
"Certainly an Agent would have reported that…" She turns behind, as her eyes were seeing some metallic crates catching dust. "… and speaking of Agents, for a while I had constant visits from them."
Mirii shuts her mouth, with her ears up.
"They kept complotting which secrets I might have hidden… you know" She turns back, opening her arms forward. "the reason why the Turf War Station is closed for so long."
"The tower was closed… because you wanted to force the brands to accept your own rules…" Mirii whispered, without any of her limbs moving.
"Pffff! Ahahahahah!" The woman bends down, as her hands stood on her legs. "I can't believe they fell for that!" She stood up, with her wrists on her hips. "All I needed was to leave out one vague document… and now they had their little excuse to open this place with the force!"
Mirii got paler.
"But the truth is…" She shrugs. "I would never dream to send pain to those brands! Without them, not so many Inklings would play any Turf War matches!" She shivers. "Maybe I exaggerated too much, when I said out loud that plan in the meeting room… I almost wanted to spit myself!"
Mirii tried to frown…
"What I really want is to let this young generation having some fun!" She opens her arms, with her smiling mouth open. "Seeing them happily covering the grounds, cover others with ink, introducing new arenas… ah! Also, helping people out by rewarding the skilled players… yeah, this is why I'm the CEO of the station!"
The woman lowered her head, as her eyebrows go up.
"Unfortunately, I was forced to close the fun…" She lifts back her head, with her eyes a bit watery. "The reasons are all related to"
"Those Stingray creatures." Mirii rose her head a bit, while folding her arms. "They appeared out of nowhere… their motives are still a mystery."
"That…" The woman sighs. "… is not the reason."
Mirii's back moved backwards a little, as her open mouth let out a short gasp and her irises shrunk.
"I wish the Stingrays were the reason…!" Her hands rest on her back. "If you notice, they don't really appear as often as someone might think."
"But…" Mirii blinked her eyes twice. "But it was the only reason"
"Do you want to know the real reason?" The woman walks over Mirii. "Let me tell you in two words…"
Project Neo.