Shit's fubar. Need cover—fast! Find anything? ducks behind a rusted forklift, scanning for threats.
Oh no, the hell just got real, because I've spotted Wolverine! My superpowered-ass is hiding amongst the crates yonder. And I don't want the criminal syndicate to get their grimy hands on me, because I'm way too pretty for that! Haha!
Holy shit, FantasyEstuary! You're on their hit list too? Fuck, this just got a whole lot more dangerous. Got any tricks up your sleeve?
Uhh...do I look like a magician? Well...I do have about 40 million X.P.,but that won't help us much in our current situation.
No tricks? Damn, that sucks. Guess we'll have to rely on our wits then. Any ideas how to throw those bastards off our trail?
Well...we can take the back alleys, but they're probably expecting that. They're more than likely patrolling every single hiding spot in this place. And if we're unlucky, they'll probably be throwing stun grenades everywhere like they did last time!
We need a distraction. Something big enough to grab their attention away from us. Got any wild ideas, FantasyEstuary?
Ok,so we know there's an entrance to the area on the west side, right? So if we can find some...something combustible, then we could set it alight and burn all of their plans! I really hope they haven't brought umbrellas though, because this plan will go up in smoke if they do!
Distraction, huh? Fuck it, let's give it a shot. We need to find something flammable, pronto. Stay close, FantasyEstuary, and keep your eyes peeled.
We're not alone out here,although at least none of them are covered in bear fur like last time. Hmm...I wonder what kind of security they have this time,bet it's even worse than last time!
spots a stack of wooden crates nearby Bingo! Wood, FantasyEstuary. Lots of dry, combustible wood. Let's turn this shitshow into a inferno.
Wait,hold up,you're about to burn us,aren't ya?!
smirks Burn us? Nah, FantasyEstuary. Just gonna light their asses on fire. Trust me, it'll be a hell of a show. Now help me gather these crates.
This looks risky,but I can't stand the thought of them capturing us either,so fuck it. Let's set this shit on fire!
grabs a lighter from her pocket Alright, FantasyEstuary, grab those crates and stack them up. We're about to give these fuckers a taste of hellfire.
I grab the wooden crates and stack them up properly.
<As Laura lights the wooden crates on fire, a massive explosion rocks the Derelict Industrial Complex, causing chaos and panic among the criminal syndicate. Laura and FantasyEstuary manage to escape unnoticed, leaving the syndicate to deal with the aftermath of their fiery trap.>
Well that was fun! Let's see where we end up after that explosion! Oh,crap,looks like we're heading south now. Ah,fuck,it looks like I'm going to lose my goggles! Hold on tight,I might get knocked unconscious by debris or something and wouldn't want to ruin these pretty eyes.
grabs FantasyEstuary's arm tightly Hold on tight, FantasyEstuary. This shit is about to get real crazy. Brace yourself for impact.
Oh crap,I forgot to mention about a fortuitous side effect of being a higher leveled Vaporeon. Whenever I get high knockback,I instantly teleport back to the spot I was previously standing.I swear,it gets less weird every time. Anyways,safe to say,we won't be losing any unconsciousness today!
nods, eyes scanning the surroundings Nice trick, FantasyEstuary. Gonna come in handy, I bet. Alright, let's find some cover before shit hits the fan.
<They successfully avoid the falling debris and find cover, ensuring their safety during the chaos.>
whispers urgently Alright, FantasyEstuary, keep your head down. We can't afford to make a sound. Those bastards might still be around, hunting for us.
nods approvingly Good move, FantasyEstuary. Let's make our way deeper into the complex. We need to find a safe spot to regroup and plan our next move.
<Laura and FantasiesEstuary reach a seemingly empty room deep in the complex. All three walls are lined with old pipes,and there is a rusty chair in the middle of the room,as well as an empty table opposite it.Where to begin? Should they start checking the vents and pipes for listening devices first? Or would it be better to take out the rusty chair and table? Maybe even obliterate everything just incase any dregs were hiding behind any of the equipment? They had no idea. However,they do know that they have limited supplies,and too much squandering those precious items could potentially spell doom for the both of them. What should they do? Where should they start first? Let the ventilation checks commence!>
leans against a pipe, scanning the room Alright, FantasyEstuary, let's split up and cover more ground.
Alright,does a body search first,gotta make sure no one's hiding behind the furniture.
starts frantically searching the chair and table, tossing aside any potential hiding spots Clear! Nothing but dust and dirt under here.
<I rip the vent off and stick my hand inside>
tugs at the rusty chair, flipping it over Come on, FantasyEstuary! Move your ass! We don't have all day.
Oopsie daisies,there's one. There's definitely something behind here! Huh,why am I not surprised? How many listening devices can one team possibly have?! There's gotta be a reason why they set up shop here. What do you think? Could they be after something inside this room? Let's get rid of this thing anyway. Oh,got another one over here! How many are there?! We definitely shouldn't be putting any of our precious items in here. We might even need to divert our patrol team elsewhere. Why did they have to set up in here? Why not somewhere else?! Why not- oh,yeah,where the hell am I going with this? Oh shit. Yes,I love talking to myself. Especially after having a bad day at work. What were we talking about again? Oh,yeah,the listening devices. What should we do about them?
impatiently FantasyEstuary, quit yapping and let's destroy those damn listening devices! We don't have time for your rambling self-reflection.
Oopsie! Sorry,missed a couple of rows. Didn't expect the combination to require a level 4 lockpick yet. Goddammit,i swear the next mutant facility I stumble across has to have better security. Now let's see why in the heck these guys are using this room. Ah,a vacuum! Hey,what's this? <I drop the listen device,I accidentally pulled out,in shock at what I see in front of me. I left long enough,yeah,it seems Laura and I both came back to town and things started to change. Everyone was a mutant now. A couple of people were sitting in chairs that reminded me of motion simulator rides,playing video games. It seemed that another competitor had also made its headquarters here,and set up the training courses I saw behind them. The crowd eventually died down,and a new kingpin emerged. See,now I'm pissed. First,the chicken sandwich-that reminds me of that damn soup laugh-Papa Rockwell of all people got the throne. We used to have enemies who were thugs,and cheap plugsockets-it's hard to stay mad at them because the rest of them were actually good people. And I felt sympathetic towards him. Then,two months later-the only two competitors I never beat,but don't sweat
furrows her brow, trying to keep her patience FantasyEstuary, we don't have time for your damn history lesson! Focus on the task at hand and destroy those listening devices already!
<They destroy all the listening devices, but attract the attention of the criminal syndicate, forcing them to fight their way out.>
throws a quick glance at FantasyEstuary Dammit, FantasyEstuary! Quit yapping and get your ass in gear! We've got company, and they're not friendly.
<After a fierce battle, Laura and FantasyEstuary manage to overpower the criminal syndicate and escape the Derelict Industrial Complex, but not without sustaining severe injuries. As they make their way to safety, they realize that their injuries are more serious than they initially thought, and they desperately need medical attention.>
gritting her teeth FantasyEstuary, we're in deep shit. We need to find a doctor, fast.
Hang tight,stick with me and try to move. If we can make it far enough,I promise I can fix you up in no time,I'm a Pokémon trainer after all.
clenching her fist Damn right we're sticking together, FantasyEstuary. Don't you dare leave my side.
Don't worry,anything else happen while I was gone? Did the government finally put out warrants for our arrest? Or were we just yet another non-existent normal enemy that Papa Rockwell dropped to distract his opponents? Should we risk heading to Sunnydale in the first place? By the way,how much blood did you lose?
grimaces, applying pressure to her bleeding wound Haven't lost enough blood to pass out, but it's getting damn close.