Author's Notes:
This Chapter 3 will involve the first Death Minigames! Will the pups survive the challenges?
Also, this chapter of Team M is heavily based on a very iconic scene from the game Zero Escape 3 - Zero Time Dilemma, so if you have heard of that game, or played it you'll probably know what scene I'm talking about.
[M] FIRE [3]
"This room is..." said Marshall upon waking up from what happened quite a few minutes ago. He was on all fours, with his eyes looking around at the new room.
It didn't have the decorations and fanciness looks of the previous rooms they were before. Instead, it had a much more steampunk aesthetic, with cold metallic boards bolted onto the walls, roof and floor, covering a quasi-rectangular area that enclosed the new room. There was a small, cylindrical looking extrusion with control panels with multiple buttons, screens, and gauges on them. There were also multiple posters covering half of the blast window, most of them were illegible, while one of them described multiple types of symbols and their meanings.
To Marshall's left was the Chihuahua dog who was accompanying him, and to his left was also a cabinet that didn't seem to be locked. To the right of said cabinet, a door with a small yellow window allowed to see through the inside of another chamber adjacent to this one.
Tracker identified with ease the room they were at "It seems like a trash disposal room. At least that's what it seems like."
Marshall examined the device to his left paw, and pressed the two buttons on their sides. For some reason, a red X was displayed on the screen.
"Huh...? Why isn't there an arrow here?" said the Dalmatian, after noticing that what he expected was gone, and something completely different was displayed on the bracelet's screen.
"I wouldn't be worrying about that for now..." the Chihuahua looked around the room once again. "Dónde está Skye? She wasn't here when I woke up..."
The white and black spotty dog looked around again. Staring at the console panels, the cabinet, the yellow windowed door, and then he noticed that there were two more doors. One of them looked like a hatch door with a wheel knob to open it. However, it seemed to be electronic because Tracker had tried opening that door, with no luck. The other door was on the wall to the right of the blast door, however, this one looked of the sliding kind, which could be opened by pulling a lever.
"Could Skye have managed to get out of this room?" thought Marshall while pulling the lever down. The door slowly slid, revealing a short hallway leading to the already opened door to the lounge the dogs were before. "It opened! Tracker, it opened!"
"So?" The Chihuahua was getting more uncomfortable by seconds.
"Um... Well, I didn't really expect it to, so..." Replied the spotty dog.
When the two male dogs realized that they wouldn't be able to advance any further, a couple of knocks could be heard from the door with the yellow window. Upon reaching it, they gazed a small Cockapoo female dog on the other side of the door.
"Skye!" screamed Marshall upon seeing the third dog of their team.
"What the hell are you doing in there!?" Tracker followed suit, with a very worried look on his sky blue eyes.
The Cockapoo spoke for the first time since the pup trio woke up with a sarcastic line: "Cutting my next album. What do you think I'm doing?" She tried to open the door, but she couldn't. "I'm locked in here!"
"You are locked in...?" whimpered the Dalmatian, biting his lip in concern. "Why...?"
"How should I know!? This is where I was when I woke up!" The Cockapoo looked back at the huge pile of sand that was inside the chamber she was in. "Stuck in this incinerator sort of thing!"
Skye was trapped in a cylindrical room, where apart from the ridiculously large mountain of sand, there were some arrays of circular holes of some sort around the chamber, which emitted a huge and stinky scent of gas. There were also some iron panels screwed on the burn marked walls, but nothing more. It was too dark to see anything else.
"Aguanta, we'll get you out now!" stated Tracker. He kneeled down a bit and looked for something specific below the handle. "Damn it, there's no keyhole here... It probably might be an electronic lock just like the blast door."
The female dog let out a short sigh from her lips. "I've got a bad feeling about this..."
Once again, she was right. A seemingly long chime could suddenly be heard from a speaker hanging on the ceiling of both chambers, followed by a young, female voice. Her tone was extremely cold, nasty and mean. "Incinerator startup... Will now commence. Incineration in... Thirty-two minutes."
The three pups changed from a worried look to a very, very scared expression, their pupils getting smaller and their eyes growing. The Chihuahua tried to keep it together, telling to Skye: "It's gonna be okay, Skye! Stay calm!"
"You're the one flailing and freaking out here!" shouted the Cockapoo, noticing how the brown dog was shaking from tension, his tail wagging to his right; a big signal he was under a huge pressure.
"We have to do something!" Marshall quickly analyzed the situation and figured out two workarounds to their problems. "Either stop the incinerator startup... Or unlock the incinerator door."
"Okay. I'll see if I can do anything on this side!" stated Skye.
"I'm counting on you!" replied Tracker, with a very wide and confident smile.
Skye didn't like that, and grumbled to his reply. "That should be MY line!" With a short sigh, she added: "I'd like to avoid the worst sunburn of my life in here...!"
"Let's hurry!" Marshall ended the conversation.
Despite his clumsy and nervous looks, Marshall was actually trained to become a firefighter dog since he had six months old. So he had a bunch of knowledge about stuff like incinerators. Plus, he could almost perfectly count the time that had elapsed since a certain moment of time.
So he started counting down, considering that about forty seconds had passed since they stopped talking, they had 31 minutes and 20 seconds. While he started looking, he wondered for a second why the numbers 23, 24 and 32 seemed to be so important. In spite of that, he kept concentrated seeking a way out.
He noticed that there was a coin on top of a semicircular gauge at the consoles. Marshall mentioned it would most likely be a temperature gauge, since the left side of the semicircle was blue, for cold temperatures, and the right side would be for hot temperatures, displayed in red. The needle was at the middle, which was in a white colored area.
At its right, there was a set of three sliders with one LCD each displaying a letter 'X' in it. Marshall giggled. "It says porn here. You know, triple X..."
The Chihuahua didn't say anything, he just moved the leftmost slider up, changing the first letter to a 'C'. "Hm... I see."
"Aw, you ruined it, Tracker!" Said Marshall in disappointment. The other dog just gave him a disgusted face. He mentioned that the code shouldn't be too far away.
Knocks could be heard from the incinerator door again. Skye was calling them once again. "Guys, it's too dark in here to look around. Can you see if you can make it brighter in here? "
Marshall heard that, and pointed right onto the iron blinds that covered a window over the control panels. "We need to open those to do so." He then noticed the biggest poster that was placed on one of them.
It was a poster containing symbols and their meanings, mostly referred to different types of materials. Some were very familiar to him: Glass, aluminum, polystyrene, metal, bi-metal and paper. There was also another symbol for "Other materials" that included a triangle made up of arrows.
For some reason that panel made him remember of mutt dog he just met. He thought Rocky would be fit for recycling and trashing stuff.
Despite that, he noticed that the symbol with a PVC label on it had been encircled with a red marker pen.
"Tracker!" the spotty dog spoke to the one who was close to the controls. "Try putting the sliders to spell out PVC!" The Dalmatian headed left, towards the cabinet.
Once heard, he set the sliders to their positions. When the third label was placed so that the display on top of it showed up a C on it, a click sound could be heard from both sides of the incinerator. The blinds started moving upwards, letting the light from the control room enter the incinerator.
"Thanks, guys!" said the feminine dog, at the now visible incinerator. "I'll start looking right way!"
Marshall opened the locker door and realized that they still had 26 minutes and 38 seconds. In it, he found a toolbox with a small screw that kept the lid from being open. Since it was plastic that let him see the contents, he noticed that there was a screwdriver with a cross tip inside, exactly the same type as the screw that kept the box locked. "Damn you Y. The tool to unlock this box is inside it."
Tracker was looking at a very strange stand with a strangely shaped hole that suddenly appeared from the floor. It appeared to be, from the red label beside it, the unlocking keyhole for something. Perhaps it could be for unlocking the incinerator door! However, they were lacking a key for it.
While searching for that key, the bilingual dog also noticed a big red button, but it was covered with a metallic grid that was screwed up tight by four slotted screws. He thought it could be a button for stopping the incineration process.
"How are you doing over there, Skye?" asked Marshall while looking at the yellow glassed door.
"I'm fine, just started looking around this side."
On the other side of the room, Skye had a very disgusting face while looking at the incineration chamber, noticing the stanching smell from the sand. Apparently something was buried inside the huge pile of sand. However, she thought it twice about digging and uncovering whatever junk could be there.
She desperately looked around at the ignition holes that were around the room, wondering how much time was left. She then noticed a screwdriver sitting on one of them, and grabbed it up with her mouth. By looking at the tip, she noticed it was a cross shaped screwdriver.
"Tracker, Marshall!" Called out the Cockapoo. "You guys said you needed a screwdriver?" Just then she noticed a hole close to the incinerator door. She looked up the hole, noticing that it could connect to the other side of the room, but she couldn't climb up.
The other two pups followed her, and found a hidden chute at the left of the door. It could be used to dispose small garbage. However, in spite of all efforts trying to open it, the chute was locked with a combination lock, as hinted by the three dials that were followed by a black lowercase 'g'.
"I don't think I'll be able to pass you the screwdriver even if the chute is open...!" stated Skye, dropping the tool with an 'I give up' look, and started looking around again.
She noticed a small scale on the other side of the room, that was hidden by the previously covering darkness. There was also a thermometer bolted to its right, showing an electronic temperature of about 82ºF on its left side, and 28ºC on its right side. The cap temperature was, indicated on a label at the top of the display, 750ºC, or about 1380ºF. Skye then had an idea.
The Cocker-Poodle mix dog ran towards where she left the screwdriver, caught it up with her teeth like if she were to fetch it, and turn around towards the scale, dropping it on the platform in order to weigh it. The numbers on the scale rolled up a bit until they stopped, displaying "123 grams", which was the weight of the tool. She yelled at the boys again.
"Try inputting '123' at the combination dials!"
On the other side, Marshall was giving a very confused look, tilting his head right. "Wait, are you sure? That looks like a very trivial combination..."
The female dog, now a bit annoyed, insisted. "I know, just do it!"
While Tracker was looking under the control table, Marshall moved his paws in order to input the numbers "1", "2", and "3" respectively on the dials. However, it seemed like the combination was not right, since he tried opening it again and it didn't budge.
"See? It couldn't be that obvious...!" Shouted the spotty dog, started feeling nervous.
According to Marshall's mind clock, in only 14 minutes and 40 seconds, Skye would be roasted until becoming bacon.
The sky dog then remembered the metal panel that was screwed on the walls. "Oh... Right!" She grabbed the screwdriver, and headed straight close to the panel. She examined the screws, having a cross-shaped hole on their head, exactly like the type of screwdriver she was holding on her mouth. She tried her best unscrewing the four metallic screws, letting the panel fall down the floor, and revealing some white marks.
The marks were picture representations of a screwdriver, and two screws, followed by yet another lowercase "g". Skye deduced that the weight of the screws plus the weight of the screwdriver would result in the combination to open the chute.
She grabbed the four screws by eating them and holding them on her mouth, then she held the screwdriver with the lips using as much strength as she could.
After reaching the metallic platform, she spat the contents in her mouth, falling onto the scale platform. The scale display rolled the numbers a bit faster now, now displaying "187 grams". She then shouted at the male pups again. "Okay, guys, try with one hundred and eighty-seven this time!"
"De acuerdo!" Tracker, who was next to the dials, inputted the code. First "one", then "eight", and lastly "seven". He tried to open the chute, but nothing. "Nada! Keep looking!"
Suddenly, another chime could be heard from the speakers. The female announcer voice was back, reminding the pups about their time limit. "Incineration will begin in... Exactly 10 minutes."
"Shit!" cursed Marshall. "We have to hurry up!" He now started thinking that every second counted!
While Tracker was looking up, he found a plastic box that was tied to a chain. It was being hanged by some sort of hook on the ceiling, making it very hard to look at the contents from inside.
In the meanwhile, Skye was deeply looking at the pictures drawn on the walls. She then tried doing a bit of math: There was one screwdriver and two screws depicted on the wall. The screwdriver weights 123 grams, but the screw doesn't weigh 64 grams. She then noticed she just placed all four screws on the scale. Since the total weight of the four screws would then be 64 grams, and since she needed only two, she had to half the result – so two screws would weigh 32 grams. Yet that number again.
"How could I fail at simple math...?" she wondered in shame. In any case, she got to the door and knocked the door for the third time.
The face of Marshall showed up. His blue sky eyes seemed so small they almost looked like dots. It was obvious he was despairingly trying to get her out.
She did the math once again. 123 grams from the screwdriver plus 32 grams from two screws, resulted in 155 grams in total, which should definitely be the code. "I think I got it this time. One, five, five".
"Okay. Where are you getting these numbers though?" wondered the small Dalmatian.
"Do you think there's time to answer that question?" quarreled Skye.
She was right. According to Marshall's mind, only 7 minutes and 10 seconds remained. It seemed so little, yet quite enough...!
Marshall quickly rushed towards the chute and inputted the numbers so it displayed one hundred and fifty-five. It seemed like the third time was the charm, because the door chute was unlocked. Skye screamed "at last!", while Marshall shouted "Yay! We unlocked it!"
There was one problem, though. Skye wasn't able to climb up the chute and escape. Not even pass over the screwdriver to them in order to open up the box. How were they going to be able to open it, then?
"Just give the box to her. Let's see if it fits." That seemed like an amazing idea coming from Tracker. He placed the box onto the chute, and closed the door, with its contents falling down the conduct. "Good! Skye, open that box with the screwdriver."
Obeying the Chihuahua's words, she grabbed the screwdriver with one of her paws and tried to unlock the box, succeeding in the process; almost simultaneously, the chime resonated on both rooms once again, announcing that only five minutes remained. It felt like time was speeding up at the most critical moments...
The Cockapoo pup quickly opened it, revealing its contents. A screwdriver with a cross-shaped tip, which was pretty much useless. However, the handle was hexagonal, and not octagonal like the one Skye used to unlock it. There also was a hammer, a cross valve key, a meter ruler, some pliers, a gas bottle, and a lighter. Upon taking all the tools off, a note that was hidden under them was revealed, reading out "Max out the needle!", with some pictures of fire.
"Could this mean...?" Skye wondered, looking at the thermometer. She run as fast as she could after she threw the lighter the closest she could to the scale and the thermal gauging tube and grabbing the red gas bottle with her teeth.
She opened the lid from the lighter and spun the wheel. A small spark lit the air, creating a small flame that slowly grew a bit, and remained stable even if the pup was holding the lighter with shaking paws. She gently placed the now lit lighter on the floor, in front of the thermometer, which red meter grew a bit higher, reaching 105ºF / 41ºC. After shaking the can a bit, she carefully sprayed the gas right behind the flame.
This caused a reaction that made the gas burn up, causing a very huge and shiny flame that lasted for quite a while, because Skye was holding the gas spraying. The flame slowly heated up the thermometer, but it seemed like forever to get to the cap temperature. "Come on, thermometer! I don't want to die grilled up!" said Skye in despair.
At the other side, Marshall gazed the thermometer gauge on the control table and noticed the needle was moving slowly towards the right. "Hey, Skye, you okay!?"
While still holding the flame, she replied. "Well, I'm not liver bacon yet... Did something happen?"
"The needle on the thermometer here is shooting up! Is it getting hot in there!?"
"No, I'm fine. So I was right: They ARE connected." Hopefully, there was still some enough time when the thermometer finally caught the cap temperature.
Almost as if it were in a sequence, when that happened, the coin from the control table's thermometer came off. It was just a single half a penny coin, but Tracker grabbed it with an idea that was on his mind quite a long time ago. "I'll take this." And putted on his tongue.
He went straight onto the grating that was keeping the button from being able to be pushed, and used his left paw to untighten the flat screws with the coin he just got. The cover came off quite easily, and he didn't waste time on pressing, that, huge, red, button.
Suddenly, a small panel from the floor opened up and something very strange and ominous appeared from it. It seemed like some sort of support with golden paw cuffs. Marshall recoiled a bit after seeing it appear, and Tracker had a very disgusted look on his mouth, closing his eyes quite forcefully.
"We should try and get on that... Thing." Said the Dalmatian very nervous, sweating like if he were to be a pig.
"Wha-? Hey, don't be hasty, Marshall!" Objected Tracker, restraining the Chihuahua dog softly. However, the firefighter dog broke free quite easily, getting in position.
In spite of the Dalmatian's presence, the strange contraction remained motionless. "...Nothing's happening", remarked the spotty dog.
"It looks harmless, but... Why is it here, though?" He examined the cuffs on the strange device. "Hm... It looks a bit too big for you, somehow."
"Try it, then...!" insisted Marshall, with a very gentle blush on his face. "You're bigger than me."
"Eh... Sure." Marshall got off the contraption, followed by Tracker geting on it, basically switching places. However, this time, the sinister looking device automatically closed the cuffs, restraining the dog. "Uh."
"WHAT!?" Marshall fell down the floor, with a very shocked look in his eyes, glaring at the now cuffed Chihuahua.
"Ay, ay, ay! I can't move!"
The announcer gave another sudden warning, with a now even louder chime. "Incineration in... Two minutes and thirty seconds."
Skye shouted from the other side of the incinerator door. "What!? Hey, Marshall, Tracker! What the hell is going on there!?"
"We tripped something! I'm restrained, but Marshall is fine!" replied Tracker.
"What did you just say!?"
A sudden loud clank could be heard from the control side of the incinerator, just beside the locker. "Wha? Hey, Marshall! Check the box that just fell down!"
Marshall nodded, while looking to his back. He very quickly rushed to the box. It was a plastic box, just like the toolbox, but it was tied to an iron chain and the lock that prevented it from opening had a hole with six sides on it, not a screw. Also, the content was very different: A gun. It was very unclear what kind of gun, but it was a weapon. A deadly weapon. Marshall bit his lip, despite being very nervous and doubting that would serve for something. "Fuck, damn it! I can't open it! It has this weird stupid... Hexagon hole!"
Skye heard that, and felt her processing speed multiplied due to the crisis they were in. It felt impossible to believe that only thirty seconds had elapsed since the announcement, but despite that, she yelled at Marshall. "Hey, give me the box! I can open it!"
"But if I give it to you, we won't be able to get it!" Objected Marshall once again.
"If you keep the chain on your side, you'll be able to pull it back up once I open it!" Corrected Skye, crying loudly.
"O-okay! Here goes!" Obeying what the Cockapoo said, he held the chains onto his mouth, while opening the chute and dropping the gun box. Just as the female dog said, the box was accessible to her, but the male puppy would be able to bring it back up.
Skye rushed to the hole, grabbing the screwdriver she got from the toolbox, holding it from the tip. Upon reaching the box, she slammed the handle of the screwdriver onto the hole, making it a perfect fit. This unlocked the box.
Out of yearning curiosity, she opened the box and touched the weapon that was within it.
That was when something flashed through her head. It was very brief, but the sounds she just remembered deeply resonated.
"*giggle* Hanging out with you is fun! Especially on a rainy day! I looooove rain!"
"I love it too! It feels fresh, like if I was free to do anything I want!"
"Anything you want? Like what?"
"Like, getting messy. The mud is so nice when you have rain washing down your fur!"
"Wow, you're such a dirty pup. *giggle*"
"Don't you feel the same, Skye? Like you were free to do anything you'd like?"
"Yeah, I think so...! Hey, why don't we go into that alley? I love adventures!"
"Whaaa? Really? It looks dark and dangerous..."
"Let's do it, and I'll bath with you in mud! Deal?"
"...Okay. Deal! Let's go!"
"Yay! I love adventures!"
"Wait up! Oh... Thank goodness my owner is talking to someone else..."
"Hey, careful! Ow!
"Owwwwww..."
"You run way too fast."
"Shh. I hear something."
"...Where?"
"Over here. Get behind this box, hurry!"
"Whoa..."
"I wonder what are they talking about?"
"I don't know... But that dog looks like... Wait, no... Does she? Is she... Mom...!?"
"Woaaah! Ugh!"
"Agh, agh...! Oh, no... Run, run, run!"
"What...!?"
"Just do it! We need to go NOW!"
"Okay! Let's get out then!"
"You pups aren't going ANYWHERE!"
BANG!
"AUGH!"
"Oh, no! No...! Not him... Ah... Ah...! I-I have to run away or I'll... I have to escape!"
"Damn you, fucking pup... I'll get you when I next find you!"
"*sob* ...No way... There's no way this happened..."
Of course! How could she have forgotten that day? The day she lost her best friend! Could she just let those horrible memories go...? Somehow, touching that gun... Made her remember what happened. Made her remember what happened to her friend. The one and only friend. Her hypothesis was right; it could be possible that the same day that one little puppy got severely wounded was the same day her best friend got shot. A man would later find him and tried to save him... But a dog killed the man.
She thought of it for just one second. The dog never reached the hospital... So eventually, the puppy died... She had killed the dog. She killed his friend. She killed his best friend by taking him somewhere very dangerous! No matter what else had happened to him, she was the one who started everything! All this madness, about the dog who was shot... All those nine people who died in that ... She killed those nine people!
She dropped the gun on the box and closed it forcefully. Her personality changed drastically in just that single second. She was a monster. And there was one chance to stop her being a monster. She had to kill herself. But not just by shooting herself. She had to erase her own existence completely. She had to burn. Burn into ashes. And never come up again as herself. She had to pay for the crimes. She didn't deserve living anymore.
"...You can pull the box now..." Whispered loudly the now in a very deep depression puppy. She looked at how the box was being pulled by Marshall, who heard her voice.
"Good!" Said Marshall, grabbing the gun with his mouth. Apparently, the gun didn't make any effect on him. "Let's see... I knew it! The tip is just like the unlock hole!"
The Dalmatian sprinted towards the unlocking device, and slammed the tip of the gun towards the unlock hole.
"Please... Fit!" It was a perfect fit.
However... Some sort of strange mechanism made a lid open up, causing the revolver to casually point directly toward Tracker's head.
What the hell was going on...?
"It appears the preparations are complete."
The announcer voice spoke up again. However, this time it wasn't a female voice. Rather, it was very distorted and ominous.
"The incineration startup has been paused. When I finish speaking, the incineration will take 32 seconds to complete its startup sequence. But first... I will tell you a more detailed story of the past."
"That fucking Y..." cursed Marshall, calming down quite a bit, now that they had a little bit of time to rest.
"Twenty-three days ago, a man had called a taxi because he had an extreme urgency. However, the man never showed up, because he would end up being murdered minutes later. The taxi who came to carry him picked up someone else instead. It was a vet surgeon who was going to the hospital in order to assist on a critical operation on a small pup.
On their way, they bumped onto a small pup, although they didn't kill him. The vet carried the puppy along the ride and hurried to the hospital. He decided to treat him first, thinking the other pup could handle waiting a bit.
He didn't, and the pup died waiting for his critical operation. Because of his negligence, when the vet returned back home, he felt so down that he killed himself, along with other five people, by starting a fire at his apartment.
Along the five people who had died, the building had collapsed, and two pups were left orphan.
If only that man who called the taxi hadn't been killed... None of this would have happened. But then... Why had he been killed? He was carrying a dog that happened to be a witness of something truly horrible. That dog... Was badly injured. Isn't life simply so unfair? That simple dog had caused the death of so many people..."
"...No!" shouted Skye on her mind. "I did it! I did all this...!"
There was a short silence, but the announcer voice came up again. "Now then, to explain the rules: It should be clear that the revolver is set up beside the cuff restraints right now. It contains six rounds, three live, three blank, though they are randomized within the chamber."
Marshall gulped while hearing the rules. "Pull the trigger, and the odds a live round will fire from the gun, killing Tracker in the process, are six to three, or 50%. And the door to the incinerator... Will automatically open and halt the incineration process the moment it detects the sound of the revolver's discharge. No matter what type of bullet is fired."
"No..." Said Marshall, gulping once again.
"What will you do? Pull the trigger? Or refrain? Marshall... Both of their lives rest upon your decision."
"Incineration in... Thirty seconds." This time, the female announcer was back once again. It was starting to get pretty annoying.
"Marshall, there's no time. Pull the trigger! Dispara!" shouted Tracker with a desperate look on his eyes, darting at the Dalmatian.
"Huh...?" Marshall couldn't decide. He was stuck on deciding something.
"It's the best option! If you don't, I'll obviously survive, but Skye will get burnt to death. It's 100% chance and 0% chance of surviving for each in that situation! If you do it, she'll be able to escape, and I'll have a chance of surviving too. You're choosing between 100% and 0% and 100% and 50%. It's very obvious!" Explained Tracker as fast as he could.
Skye hated that plan so much she shouted in complete despair. "How dare... How dare you not even consider EVERYONE ELSE'S FEELINGS, Tracker!? What if it's a live bullet!? Do you want Marshall to murder you!?"
"But if I don't do it, you'll...!" Objected Marshall.
"Don't worry about me." Skye turned to her back. Marshall could see she had been crying quite a lot.
"But..."
"Do you want to save both of us, Marshall? There's only one way then!" Time somehow felt running very, very slow.
"To pull... the trigger..." Marshall was getting into position. If he had to shoot, he'd need to get close so that he could do it on time. But he was still doubting.
"MARSHALL, NO!"
The quarrelling was suddenly stopped by the announcement. "Incineration begins in ten seconds. 10... 9..."
He had eight seconds to think! What would he do!? If he pulled the trigger, he'd definitely save Skye. But there was also a 50% chance of killing Tracker. But for some reason, Skye doesn't want that to happen. He doesn't know why.
But if he didn't, he would definitely save Tracker, but he would definitely kill Skye...
Would he pull the trigger, or refuse to do so?
...It was pretty obvious what he was going to do. He will...
STATUS
(According to Team M's perspective)
Team M:
Marshall (ALIVE), Skye (RISKY), Tracker (RISKY)
Team R:
Rocky (?), Zuma (?), Robo (?)
Team C:
Chase (?), Rubble (?), Everest (?)
Author's closing note:
Sorry, but in this fic you won't be able to make any choices. But "maybe" in the future, I'll let you choose.