January 24th, 1974 (2)

Ain't No Party Like a Sewertown Party Because a Sewertown Party Gives You Dysentery
LAST TIME ON SANFORD & SON...

As the group wandered an abandoned floodway near the LA river for a group of Strangers hiding underground, they were ambushed by a group of Silence Cultists and their giant robot. The crew had dispatched all but one of the cultists, who was last seen darting off deeper into the tunnels. The robot had begun whirring up massive gatling guns on it's arms, levelling them at anything still left standing.

Morph has taken refuge up on one of the supports within the giant chamber, holding tight to hide himself from enemy fire.

Glenn and Ciaran are both holding rifles and taking cover behind pillars.

Pulse is shaking the machine. Shaking it so hard.

Pogo is hovering above the machine, after having just hit the damn thing.

Gravedancer is lying around like a dead person, mostly.

Prodigy squints, looking after where the last Cultist fled, hiding behind one of the pillars with a KO'd cultist not too far from him, gun still in the cultists hand.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The tankbot lets loose an ear splitting extended burst of gatling gun fire for what feels like ages. Bullets fly in a sweeping arc across the giant room, ripping and richocheting off the support columns the majority of the group are using for cover.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy is on the goddamn HUNT.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The tankbot's fire abates for a short period, it sounds like it's reloading internally. Prodigy sees the last cultist behind a pillar on the far side of the room, he has something in his hand and is peaking around his column.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy takes a moment, readying to make a break for it when there's a break in the fire.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph hides from the barrage.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse may... have lost his hold on shaking that thing down. He'll shift to more stable cover if his seems like it's going to crack soon.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The tankbot continues to rumble from Pulse's subtle manipulations. It's still holding together though. It sounds like it's nearly finished reloading.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy is just a stone's throw from the cultist in hiding. He could dash for it...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy breaks into a sprint, going tight for the cultist on the other side of the room. Going ham.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The cultist is bowled over and flat on his back now. He drops what he was holding and it goes sliding across the floor.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran looks to Glenn for some sign of what to do.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn waves a hand at Ciaran, then holds two fingers up to his eyes then motions to the tankbot with his hand in a gun gesture. Seems like a practiced set of signals. He then quickly huddles around to the other side of the pillar, poking his head around the side for just a second. He readies his gun, peeks around the corner and shoots.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran opens fire from cover on the tankbot to get it's attention. It takes the hits one after the other on it's still armored side, still slowly reloading. Glenn's shots hit the robot on the section Pogo exposed with her attacks. One of the bullets hits some thick rubber tubing and a viscous liquid begins spraying out. The tankbot's left arm sags considerably.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo hits it with her ...foot or something.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo gets grease all over her. But fortunately for her, her next hit is on the thing sends it to it's knees. It's having difficulty staying up now.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo flies pretty far back after hitting it, fuck she's all dirty now.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">SILENCE Cultist The cultist swings his fist at Prodigy who now has him on the ground. He slugs him in the side of the face weakly, trying to force him off.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The tankbot just sits there. It reloaded what seemed like ages ago but it won't fire now. What's the deal?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy rubs his jaw where he was hit, taking a moment. He looks down at the Cultist, deadpan expression fixed.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph peeks out from his position up on one of the columns. He calls out down to the others, "Did you break it?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">SILENCE Cultist head hits the concrete with the hit, his jaw cracking as Prodigy connects. He's out like a light.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy stands, going to pick up the remote control and give it a look over.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse tucks his disassembled watch away, looking everyone over.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo lands near Oscar, "Yea."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: It's broke.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph hops down to the ground so that's possible before it happens. "Look at that. LOOK. AT. THAT."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse sees that Byron is behind a pillar, his suit is ripped and there's a blossom of red on his shoulder. He's trying to get Gravedancer to wake up.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Where did they even -get- that?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn gives the area a glance from behind the pillar, then stands up, nodding to Ciaran. "Clear."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: It's a scrapped project of the US military.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Scary, man.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran nods and slowly approaches the tankbot, weapon raised. He looks it over. He calls back to Prodigy. "Aye, it even still has the markings. Right here. US ARMY."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph looks over Pogo, checking to see if she's injured at all.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">From down deeper in the tunnels you hear an echoing cacophony of footsteps and frantic voices.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo is covered in hydraulic fluid.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks like she's attempting blackface.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph glances around. He sniffs the air near her. "You should probably grab a shower, April."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn kneels down, looking at the markings.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy looks over at Pogo. He purses his lips, but not in the usual 'I'm mad' way. Was he trying not to laugh?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo shrugs, "Yeah, y'think?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph glances over his shoulder towards the footsteps. "Aw, shoot. More!"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo sounds a bit angry.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Maybe you should hide some more, then.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph goes to almost pat her on the shoulder reassuringly, then he sees she's covered in oil again and instead opts to go take cover behind a pillar.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo was more incoherent than that. She takes off and hovers near the ceiling of the room, just in case there are more guys

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy hides.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn stands up, folding his arms over his chest. "Who exactly are we dealing with here?" He glances at the others.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: SHHHH!!!!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo sucks at things

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Others like us are approaching, I think.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: They might not be happy to see us but they'll be happier to see what we've done.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Someone yells out. "Don't tell me what to do, Ghosty." The group is in sight now. There are seven total. Each of them carrying what look like automatic rifles. "Okay, whoever's out there. We don't want any trouble. Just come out and we can all talk nice and peaceful ok?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse vaguely indicates the busted robot and SILENCE cultists.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo flies over near Pulse.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer abruptly sits up, gasping for air.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Oh, thank-

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph hops out of cover and waves to the new arrivals. "That sounds PERFECT, man!"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse rubs the interior corners of his eyes, then looks the other strangers over.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">A short, round man in his thirties addresses them. "The name's Sickbag. Who and what am I talking to?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy stays hidden, control in hand.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer rubs her face, looking over at the second group of strangers.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer then looks at the dead robot and all the SILENCE guys. She just kinda stares.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Man, that's not a real na-

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks at Pulse, still covered in goo.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: Sickbag. I'm Glenn. I'm a salesman. We're looking to talk to some folks down here, to make an arrangement.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: - Uh. Yeah. I'm Morph! Are you guys hidin' out here?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: -- Yeah, what he said.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse looks Pogo over thoughtfully, then reaches out to pat at her arm experimentally.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag is an average looking caucasian fellow with a thin moustache and glasses. His face and neck are soaked in sweat and his skin seems unhealthily pale. "This is our place, yeah. Hi Glenn. Morph. Look, your ghost friend. She says you're like us. So we got no grudge with each other right? I'm putting down my gun."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse gives the girl a sonic shower if her field's not up.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo mouths the phrase, "They call me ...GooGirl." before he does.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo is suddenly cleaner?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn's words seem to put the others at ease. Behind Sickbag is a naked woman whose entire body is glowing like a green lightbulb. Next to her is what looks like a cross between a man and a snail.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn lowers his rifle to a standard relaxed carry state.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Sounds goo-

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph is just constantly interrupting himself. He stares at the lightbulb a bit.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy peeks over at the glowing lady. "...Radioactive?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo rolls her eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks at all the boys, "Waddey calya, Miss BoyZappa?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Further back is a severely deformed woman jet black eyes and pointed teeth. Her back looks like there are abnormal growths beneath her clothes. Next to her is a teenage girl with a heavy cloth blindfold over her eyes. Behind her is a giant half-man, half lizard creature. And next to him is a familiar face...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Clive: Whoa. Byron, izzat you?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: drawd t'the lioyt an pop, zap, nomar boys...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph finally tears his gaze away to eye Clive. "Oh, there you are! Man, what happened?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">It's Clive, the strange feral Stranger most of the group first ran into on the night you met. He's gotten a lot hairier.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse never actually caught his name, because deaf.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo squints at Clive, who may have tried to shishkabob her. She can't recall.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Clive: It's okay, I know these guys. We're all cool here.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse does wave at Clive, though. "Hello. How is your biting issue?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: I wanted to tell you, but you ran away. My mother wears a retainer for something similar.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: I was just gonna ask about that...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy comes out of hiding, controller still in hand.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The glowing woman straightens up at Prodigy's question. Her voice is smooth, clear and practiced. Like a radio host. "I'm not nuclear, hun. All safe here. Name's Lux."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph looks over the rest of the crew, running a hand through his hair. Yikes. Freaks.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy can see the irony in that name.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Clive smiles. "Yeah, I'm working through the biting thing. It's easier down here." Lux starts point to the others and naming names. "The girl with the blindfold is Medusa. Next to her is Queen. Behind them is Salamander. Clive. Sickbag and Snail." Lux looks around the floor. "And uuuh, Sludge is somewhere in here. If you see a puddle of something slimy, don't freak out. He's friendly."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: Lux. Are you their leader then?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Not... Too friendly though, right?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse suddenly looks at Pogo, expression slightly panicked.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph checks his shoes.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy steps out with the rest of them, feeling safer with that little bit of knowledge.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo flicks a bit of goo off of her hair

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag looks offended. "I'm in charge right now."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks unbothered

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn nods to Sickbag. "Apologies. We need to have a discussion then, if you don't mind."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer sits in the back, leaning on a wall. She does her best not to stare at the collection of people. That'd be RUDE

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo stares, slack jawed and dull eyed. At Gravedancer.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag nods. "Yeah, we got a place back further but uuuh...Sal, Snail. Round up these other guys, take 'em somewhere nice and far away. They're all out cold right?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph heads over to Lux, then. "So can you like, shoot lasers out of your eyes or fly or anything? That'd be pretty cool."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: Uhm...is something on my face?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer looks incredibly uncomfortable under the scrutiny.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Yagettagud nappin?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux lowers her head. " wish. All I got is being a flashlight."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks intensely comfortable, like she just peed the pool. She looks back at this Lux and Pukebag group, apparently losing interest in baiting the other girl

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag: Follow me. There's a place we can all sit and clean up ahead here.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer takes a moment to process that. She comes back a bit defensive. "No. I was busy talking to them and trying to convince them not to shoot you."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: You might just need a focus. Normally I just vibrate, but I can channel it through a crystal and dish.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Oh! Well. That's pretty awesome too. You really light up the room, y'know?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse demonstrates by blasting the shit out of the inert machine with his watch.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks at Oscar blankly.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn leans towards Ciaran, nods, but remains silent.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Queen rasps out to Pulse. "Whoa, Tex. No need to show off."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux nods and forces a breathy sort of giggle. "Yuuup. Heard that one."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse shrugs. "Just demonstrating the good a focal prism could do her."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Ey, sickbag, c'mere

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Gotta hurl.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph can't stop staring. They're glowing...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Also, please don't address me while my back is turned. I am deaf.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo is watching Oscar as she says this.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag leads the way down the tunnel. "Uuuh, that's not really what I do." He speeds up a bit, trying to keep away from everyone very purposely.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo floats, because there might be a goo guy on the floor.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Queen seems remorseful. "Sorry, didn't know. "

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer trudges along after everyone, pulling her hood up before stuffing her hands into her sweatshirt pockets. She looks over at Byron."You okay?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse grins, shaking his head at Queen. "I'm teasing. It's fine, I might just ask you to repeat yourself when I look at you is all."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo practically sneers at Oscar, Lux, and Queen when she looks between them.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Kenwe goo, gettit all done?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: -Huh?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo flushes, looking angrier.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse nods at Pogo. "Yeah. Byron, I think we should consider these tunnels."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: Glad we are all in fine moods after that exercise, but I'd hate for another robotic beast to roll through.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: I, uh, think Glenn is talkin' to the Boss.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Byron nods. "It's only a graze. I was just worried you were gonna get hit in that mess." Sickbag finally brings them to another of the columned chambers. This one has been furnished with recovered couches, tables, chairs and knick knacks. Strings of Christmas lights and bare bulbs hang down from the ceiling. It's looks like a squatter's home. A black blob thing is on one of the couches, jiggling.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag: Home, sweet home.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph is definitely walking with Lux, but he sees the blob. "That's Slimy, right?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: I have the controller for the robot, by the way.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer smiles at Byron, rolling her shoulders. "I'd have been fine. Mostly."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy adds.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: Forgot to mention that.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: I saw. Do you want me to shear its joins so we can move it for study?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: That'd be brilliant.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost looks at Pulse. "Consider them for what?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Habitation. Or something like them, since this location is known to SILENCE.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo hangs around behind the others, taking the rearguard position when they finally move on

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: The city isn't using them, the club is a place but not a home, and the mobility a tunnel structure affords is 'a feature'.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag welcomes them all in with a gesture. "Make yourselves comfy. We got food, beds. A buttload of guns for some reason."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag points to several large wooden crates where AK-47 rifles are hanging out haphazardly. "You guys thinking of moving in or something?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: I -just- got an apartment, man.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Merging communities in the face of the cult's existence is the most practical option.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost: I don't think it's a bad idea I just...I'm accustomed to a certain level of...amenity.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse nods at Prodigy. "Caleb and I, and I'm sure others as well, can modernize things."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: And uh, shouldn't we ask first?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: And Pogo's very good at creating a homey atmosphere.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost: I'll take to the ball and chain. But I for one am going to have a hell of a time living here.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph gestures at Sickbag pointedly. And looks t Lux.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer looks around at the place. "It's at least as good as my place."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse looks at Sickbag expectantly.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag shrugs. "The more the merrier I say. But uh, I'm not really the boss in here. Just in charge right now."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux: We should wait for Orc and Ollie before we promise anything.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Who n' what?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux looks at a clock on the wall. "They should have gotten back by now. Not a peep for twenty minutes."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo stays by the doorway, not going in. She seems to be moping after the fight ended.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag: Orc. He and Sludge started this place up. He's a nice guy. Real gentle. And Ollie is uh...he's the fucking man. I think he was a Navy SEAL or something. The two of them went on a supply run, haven't come back yet.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ciaran: I think my brother and I can do a bit better than a sewer.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse shakes his head at Ciaran. "Try and have some vision. I am not proposing it remain a sewer." He looks at Sickbag, then at Pogo and the rest from their group.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: You guys have TV?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux: It's not really a sewer anyway. It's a floodway. There's not any of the uuh...waste that's in a sewer.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag: We're getting TV. Really soon. Really, really soon. I promise.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: Where were they getting supplies from? Outside?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo glares down the hallway, acting like a bouncer or something.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: This place isn't safe. It's got acceptable natural defenses, but the location is known. It's not viable.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo a BLIND bouncer

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux: Yeah. Ollie can telephone--err, teleport people and things. He and one other usually go out to get our stuff and port it back here.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: What do they look like?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Oh, man. Now that's a pretty cool power.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag: Orc is a big guy. About six-four. Green skin, pointy ears, face only a mother could love. Ollie is just, I mean he's not like the rest of us. He looks normal.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost looks to Glenn. "I've interrogated a few of these cultists and from what I've gotten, the individual cells don't stay in touch. We should find one that's still kicking and ask if anyone else knows about this place."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Wattif ther ded?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo says it without caring if they are, her back to the room as she watches the hallway still.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: Not the best place to start. Have they told you if they have regular spots to go to?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux rises up angrily. "They're not dead. They're just late. Ollie wouldn't let anyone stop him from coming back."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: And I knocked at least two out.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: So? They do'em firs.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: I don't mean to be pessimistic but if Ollie was caught by one of their grenades there's not much he could do.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag: Ollie said he found some warehouse full of junk. Usually we just pinch grocery stores after they close. Small stuff, y'know?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: Any idea where this warehouse is?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux: They can't catch Ollie, okay? Even the arm--

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux stops herself.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Clive: I'll go tell Sal not to eat those guys and bring one back here. Byron, feel like stretching your legs?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo turns and asks, "The army din..?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Clive follows Clive. "Sure, sure."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: dwaah?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux: Nothing. But they won't catch him. He's good.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Canyaenat coover yar bits, enawey?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: But they could catch the other one, right?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo curls her lip at Lux, finally out-skanked

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Whoa, whoa whoa, guys.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: We're assuming the worst here.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: What if they're completely fine and just running late?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Becoos thewarst is ourfate.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: Morbid.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: If you can teleport, and are rarely late, why would you ever be late?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux looks like she's about to fly off the handle but Queen stops her. "I got nothing to hide, okay?" Sickbag tries to placate the group. I'm sure they'll be back any seco--"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo bares her teeth at Lux, it doesn't look like a smile.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: April, chill out!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo is still floating. She lands with a hard gust of air as she stalks across the floor and jabs a finger at Sickbag, not Lux for some reason, "Someone betta take meh tooem, the warhouse."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">A draft sweeps through the chamber and anyone looking near Sickbag at that moment sees a blurry distortion next to him. A blink of an eye later two men are standing there, one a large green fella with rough skin and large, protruding teeth. Leaning on him and apparently injured is a man in his twenties with a stern face, dangling from his left hand is an M-16.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn moves to Pogo, taking her by the arm and steering her away from the others, "Calm down, girlie. We need friendly chatter right now, yeah?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo hops up into the air in shock, her field quite visible as she puts her forcefield on max holyshiiit mode.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo swats at Glenn halfheartedly, looking at the teleported in people.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux backs down from the challenge and then turns to the new arrivals. "Ollie, you're late! And hurt!"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer jerks backwards herself from the teleportation in. "Gah!"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: -WHOA!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse is on Ollie's injury like *that*.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc: We ran into some trouble. We uhh...who are all these guys?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie. gently backs away from Pulse apprehensively. "Whoa, whoa." Lux is on him a second later. "They're like us. They say they're friends."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks disappointed briefly that they're alive.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie stands up straight with considerable effort, he looks banged up. "It was commies. We've been down here too long. The Reds are invading up there."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: Comm- excuse me, what?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo drifts out of the room, loitering in the hallway again. She doesn't seem interested in Communists

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Pretty sure they're not invading, man.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: I...what?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer looks bewildered.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: We were just up there, it's alright.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: Russians, I think. Weird uniforms, the warehouse belonged to them. They had red all over them.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: ...Red masks?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie nods. "We fought them off. Burned their warehouse down. Asset denial."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse sighs.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: It was a cult, sir.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: Like Hari Krishnas?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: No.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: SILENCE, they're after you because of your mutations.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag: There were more of them down here too, Ollie. I think it's the guys Clive told us about. The weirdos who after us Freaks.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: They're why we came down here too.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Yeah, that's them. They're bad news, man, believe me.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse gestures at Ollie. "You should sit down, let someone have a look at that injury."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc: Don't need to tell us twice. They almost had us back at that warehouse. Ollie is the man though, you should've seen him. Pow! Pew!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc deposits Ollie on the couch. "I don't suppose any of you are doctors?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer shakes her head.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: I read a book on medicine once.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo ignores the question, she's a teenager.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph shrugs. "I took a Sports Med class."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: ... Couple of years ago.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: It's fine. I think I just bruised it when the truck rolled over.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph clearly has not been in high school for some time, despite his youthful bluster.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: That's not a bruise.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux: Truck rolled over? What the hell, Ollie?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse closes his eyes, holding his hand out at Ollie.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie could not be more noooope about this. "I don't really need someone to hold my hand right now, kid."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse is deaf and his eyes are closed. It's not a "hold my hand" gesture, it's more like he's just holding his hand out to touch something.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph prods Prodigy. "Hey, you're the Doc, right?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: Not yet, and if I was it would not be of medicine. I do know a little bit which could help, though.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie looks at Prodigy doubtfully and then opens up his shirt, exposing his chest. The ribs on the right side of his body are bruised up noticeably.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Do your voodoo that you doo, then. Help him out, maybe he can help us.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: What exactly do you guys want here?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy moves on down to get a better look. "Got any medical supplies around?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse lowers his hand. "There's no internal bleeding, at least." Hopefully that speeds Caleb's job up.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: Lux brings Prodigy a first aid kit. The rib looks bad but you'll have to feel around to be sure.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy nods to Pulse. "That's good. Nothing that'll kill him if we leave it, then. Best to do what what can be done, though. Probably some broken ribs." presses a thumb down lightly around and on the bruising.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer steps outside. She seems a bit squeamish about the whole 'broken rib' deal.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy gives Lux a thanks as he goes about doing the whole treatment thing.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie winces as Prodigy starts feeling around his bruised side. The wound seems mostly superficial, no broken ribs, just heavy bruising.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: Huh. Tough guy. You'll be fine. Just a bit beat up.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: Wonderful. Now explain what you're all down here for.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: We just wanna help is all.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag: They came to help. Those cult guys were down here with like a tank or something.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy gestures to everyone else, for them to explain. He backs away from Ollie.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: There was a machine.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo floats back into the room, looking inordinately pleased with herself.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: You should have a safer location for your people. Your site is known to your enemy, and they have already engaged in a breach of your defenses.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie nods to Glenn respectfully. Game respect Game.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: He's right. If we're found out, we'll have to move.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost and Clive arrive just then, with a beat up cultist in tow. "Let's ask this one what he knows first."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse strolls over to Pogo. "What's up?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo sticks her tongue out, there's a postage stamp on it. Wtf, pogo

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost unceremoniously tosses the cultist into a kitchen chair and kicks him in the stomach. "Good morning, Sunshine."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse tilts his head and squints, clearly confused.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Hey... Where'd the other guys go?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo spits the stamp on the floor somewhere, fuck it, this place is a dump anyway

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Clive: Sal and Snail are ... They're not gonna be a problem.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph looks really uncomfortable. "... What's happening?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn puts a hand on Pogo's shoulder and steers her towards a chair, "Wait it out, girlie."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The cultist stirs upright in the chair. "Just kill me. I'm a dead man anyway." He starts sobbing.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Whoa, whoa, what?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo laughs and lets Glenn do this, not really seeming like she cares. She just starts singing American Pie in her terrible accent.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo drove her chevy to the levee but the levee was dry

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">SILENCE Cultist: I saw what was happening back there. That giant fucking freak was drowning the others in the river. You're gonna kill me, just ask me what you want to and get it over with.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: Dr- what?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Wh- Where?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Clive: It's them or us, man.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse pays really, really close attention to what this cultist is saying.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: ...thissel betha deythaataye diee

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: You can't do that, man! Where are they?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: So you -drown them in a river-?!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo doubles over, laughing at everything and nothing in particular

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy sounds -really- pissed. It's pretty weird to hear him get this mad.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Clive: They came here to kill us. If we let them go, they'll bring more.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Where are they?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost: It was over by the time we got there. This is the only one left.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer looks unsettled, but she doesn't speak up. She's gone pale-looking.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost puts a hand on Oscar's shoulder. "There's nothing to be done for it."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Yes there is.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: You don't just let something like this slide, this isn't a slap on the wrist and mild scolding.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph shrugs the hand off, he backs away a bit.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost: What do you want me to do, Robert?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: We're talking about murder, here. This wasn't death in open combat or warfare or anything, he drowned them.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: Don't kid yourself, kid. They came to our house to murder us. That's genocide. We have to protect our own.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc raises a protest. "This isn't what I started this place for Ollie. We can't kill people."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Don't talk to me like I'm some ignorant teen, Ollie. You're trapped in a delusional Cold War vision of the world.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Ayymen

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo puts her hand out, and then looks at it while turning it back and forth in front of her.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickbag tries to get everyone back to center. "Look, we can talk about this rationally once we figure out if we're safe or not. Let's talk to the guy we have left."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn shakes his head at Pulse. "Hippies."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph shoves his hands in his pockets. "We're not killin' him."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Salamander and Snail come back in. Sal's clothes are wet.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo wraps her arms around Glenn's waist and leans on him when he says hippies. It's like he was summoning her.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer glares daggers at the pair.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: I'm not budging, you'll have to go through me if you wanna do that. Ain't gonna make that easy either, man.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy finally catches on. "Is April high?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Ask him questions, fine.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: But don-

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Huh?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Yes.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc bellows out. His voice echoes through the tunnels. "EVERYONE SHUT UP."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse is deaf.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy just closes his eyes and slowly brings his hands up to his face, rubbing his eyes.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse responds to a man shouting as only a deaf person can.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph shuts his trap posthaste.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: You seem upset.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc: I am in charge here. I decide what's going on. We talk to him first and we're not killing him. Sal, when this is done we're having a long goddamn talk.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn peels Pogo's arms from around his waist and steps aside, holding a hand up in a "stop" gesture.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Salamander looks around like he missed something and then clues in. He slinks off into a corner of the room like a child.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo looks staggered by the guy yelling.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie calms down. "You're in charge, Orc. Whatever you decide, I'm behind you."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost: Can we all keep our heads for now then? Long enough to ask this bloke if we can expect company?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">SILENCE Cultist is still in the chair, his head hung low. He's trying to pretend he's not listening.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Also where they get their lists. This is important.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost gestures to Pulse. "You want to take the lead on this? Could use a gentle touch."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo starts floating a bit, looking at Orc like she's trying to figure out what's wrong about his ogre-like appearance.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc notices her staring, but doesn't make a big deal about it. He reaches out to the blob on the couch and it wraps itself around his arm and shoulder like a creepy parrot.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse looks at Boost very evenly. "I am not feeling especially patient right now. If he held back on me I can't guarantee I'll maintain my composure."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse heads on over to the cultist anyway, guess he wasn't kidding about feeling impatience. "Are any more of you coming?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph watches Pulse and his interrogation, seeming ready to cut in.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">SILENCE Cultist shakes his head. "You killed everyone in our cell. We were on our own on hunting duty."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo is slowly rotating over in the air, until she's belly up and floating. She's looking at Orc while upside-down now.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Where do you get your lists?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">SILENCE Cultist: Lists?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Your leadership knows where we live. How?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">"We know where YOU live." He points to Pulse and then Boost. "Everyone knows who you guys are now. This place we found on our own. We were following some police report about weird sightings near the river."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Don't fuck with me. You idiots knew many of our addresses before the club was in the news.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse isn't... really acting like himself?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse sighs, looking at Orc. "I think your man drowned the smart one. We won't get anything else from him worthwhile."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph steps infront of Pulse and holds up a hand to stop him. "Man, calm down."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Hm? Oh. Don't worry, Oscar, everything is fine.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">SILENCE Cultist: This isn't like boy scouts. Cells operate independently. We're not supposed to communicate with each other.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: I said I was done with you.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: HEY!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph tries to snatch the watch or whatever out of Pulse's hands.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: fidgets, rocking back and forth on her heels. "Was that really necessary?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">SILENCE Cultist is knocked backwards with his chair, bumping his head on the floor.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse doesn't have a watch, don't be silly.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo clings against the ceiling, her field flickering with wild colors. She looks spooked.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lux looks up at Pogo. "Are you okay?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph grabs him bodily and pulls him away from the guy. "Whatever you're doing, you need to stop, man."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo is tasting colors right now, and she looks like it, too.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Oscar, please. See to Pogo, she's clearly out of sorts.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer mumbles. "If you keep it up, soon I'll be the only one that can talk to him."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc: You people have been here five minutes and you've already turned this place into the colosseum. Dial it back or leave. I won't say it again.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: We should go.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse turns to Orc. "You can't stay here. They're picking up band radio chatter about your activities in the area."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc: I know, I know. But...look at us.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Whether we merge communities or not is between you and Boost. Other cells of theirs will find you if you don't move more cautiously.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc makes a sweeping gesture out to his friends. "We can't exactly blend in."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph lets Pulse go when he sees that he isn't blasting the guy anymore.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: Would you rather blend in poorly or be dead?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: If what I've done has been loud, sorry. I just don't need someone so obviously a simpleton butting in while we're trying to have an important conversation. All I did was knock him out.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc: If we go out there, we are dead. It's easy for you, you still look like them. You can hide. We can't.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse gestures at the cultist when he says 'simpleton' because, really, who would wear that? Dummies, that's who.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Whatever, man. Not cool.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo lands behind the SILENCE guy. She whispers in his ear.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: Get your people, you're leaving. This isn't a request.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: You can't just kick them out. It's their home!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn moves his gun from a relaxed position to a ready position. "It's time."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo starts laughing.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: We need a place, for us. That's capital-U Us, as in we who weathered the Event.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: It's their home now, but it's about to be their grave.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: We can't continue skulking around or being hunted by clowns with guns.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc pulls back, but Ollie steps up to defend him. "Don't order him or any of us around. You don't need to and it's offensive. So dial it back. You're right. It's not safe here. We have to leave. But we have to figure out where to go. Give us some time."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: Calm down! Calm down.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: Put it down.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy moves to stand infront of Glenn, staring him right in the eye. "It's up to them if they leave."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy moves to stand infront of Glenn, staring him right in the eye. "It's up to them if they leave."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse was just putting the finishing touches on Asteroid B for the group, iirc.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo half-falls and half-slouches in the guy's lap, pulling his mask up or off so that she can give him a kiss. Who the fuck knows why? She sure doesn't.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn looks at Prodigy briefly, then back at Orc. "The time for negotiation is over. Delaying the inevitable puts us all in jeopardy."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph: April, get off of him, seriously.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph tries to help her off.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: Don't talk to him like that. We know what we need to do. And we're doing it. We have to get our stuff and FIND where we're going because I doubt you can find us another floodway to live in.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo goes for things inappropriate but possibly morphed away.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">nods to Glenn. "We're going to leave but Ollie is right. I'm not taking my people to anywhere that isn't safe."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc nods to Glenn. "We're going to leave but Ollie is right. I'm not taking my people to anywhere that isn't safe."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Fook these freaks, lessgoo. cmoon

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph does his best to keep his composure. "-Heey, that's not okay. I'm gonna put you down on the couch, okay?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: Everyone take what you can carry with you. That's it. We have to go. Lux, help Medusa. Hop to it, people.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: Yaleevin inna hool, cmon letsgoo...

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo: elbows Morph to try to get him away. What a buzzkill.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: We'll find a place for your people that's safe.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: Make one, if we have to.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse looks at Boost thoughtfully. "What abilities do your people have? We may be able to collaborate effectively."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse asks this of Boost and Orc both.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The other Strangers start to wander off to follow Ollie's order and pack up their few possessions.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn: We can get the details when we're out of the forest.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph let's her go and sighs, taking the elbow in stride. What can one even do?

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo starts giggling uncontrollably when they leave the room.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie puts a hand on Glenn's shoulder. "Hey, take it easy on them. They're civvies. We're not in the jungle anymore, Joe."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc starts to list off. "I'm just sorta stronger now. Sludge is...a blob. He can do blob stuff."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer looks around. After a moment, she wanders over to Snail. "Excuse me...can you tell me where those other soldiers were?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc: Lux glows. That's it. We made sure. Queen is...there's no other way to say it. She has a hornets nest in her back. Sal is huge and can track a scent like crazy. Medusa...she's never really shown us what she does. But it's something to do with her eyes. She always keeps them covered.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Glenn frowns when Ollie says that, "Danger doesn't respect borders."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse waves Prodigy and anyone else who's not busy throwing their belongings in a sack to think-tank this.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc: Sickbag. Don't touch him. He's got every disease you can think of on a rotating daily schedule.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo joins them with mock seriousness on her face.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc waves to Gravedancer. "Snail don't talk. He's just...weird looking. Doesn't bother people."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph cringes at the sound of Sickbag.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Orc: That's us.That's what we got.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Prodigy: moves on over to Pulse, crossing his arms.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: Oh.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Clive goes to Gravedancer. "I'll show you, if you want to see."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Gravedancer: nods. "Thanks." She gestures. "After you."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000066;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ollie: I can scout out some new places for us. If you'll put us up somewhere safe for the night.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse looks at Boost. "And us? You and Sonny never did fill me in on who all we have - I know we're a lot."

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pulse: This may be an outrageous suggestion, but we may be able to build ourselves an island. In theory.

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Pogo stares at Pulse in the awe that only the truly stoned can manage

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#770000;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Morph seems utterly lost by this suggestion. "What are you smoking?"

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Boost shakes his head and takes Pulse aside. The other Strangers hussle around them, trying to get the hell out of dodge. At least they're safe and the ambush was stopped. Mission successful! Sorta!

<p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt;margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#261a12;font-weight:bold;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">To be continued!