Pufferfish
You look down into the floor below. It simply leads back into the lobby, and if you lay down and stick your head out far enough, you can make out the front desk as well as the door that you entered the hotel through. You get to your feet, slapping the dust from your clothes and Terrence, and make the decision to retain the element of discretion, leaving the room without making a sound.
gman8181
You stand up quietly. The men stare at you curiously, unsure of exactly what you intend to do. Waters mumbles, confused, and concerned. Boss..? A look of horrific realisation crosses their faces as you step around the dresser and walk towards the door, pushing another shell into your trench gun. You turn your head towards the others and utter a single word. Live.
You hardly hear their fleeting cries of anguish as you crash through the door and into the hall, blasting two surprised men in the chest, launching them back and into the rest of their group. Without missing a beat you jack the action, sending a smoking shell spinning through the air, then fire another shot into the tangled mess of screaming bodies. You turn and run in the opposite direction, boots thumping against the wood as you rush down the hall towards the stairwell at the opposite side of the building. The sounds of pursuit reach you just as you throw the door open, and you hear a bang and the snap of a near miss as a round thuds into the wall beside you. You dive inside the stairwell and drop Marburg's grenade into the hall, kicking the door closed behind you. You're already halfway up the first flight of steps by the time you hear it go off. It doesn't slow the hunters down for long however, and you soon hear them pounding up the stairs not far behind you. You turn briefly and fire another shot in the hope that they'll take pause, but you don't wait to see if it had any effect. You soon reach the top floor, and quickly scramble through the exit and onto the roof, slamming the metal door behind you. The door rocks as men slam into it and you drop your shotgun, leaning heavily against the door. The pushing grows stronger and the shouted threats grow louder as more and more men pile against the door. Hot tears run down your face as you come to terms with the fact that you're about to die. You sob loudly, fighting hard to just to stay on your feet, and suck in quivering gasps of air as you grunt and battle to hold your ground. Then, for just a moment, your mind clears, and a strange feeling settles into your stomach. You feel, at peace.. You stop struggling, and the door bursts open. You don't even bother reaching for your knife.
Jim is dead.
SomeStupidGuy
You approach the distant shape, and it quickly resolves into that of another miner. He is facing away from you and wearing a cap pulled tightly over his head, he shivers rapidly as he roots around in a pile of wooden boxes, upon one of which his gas lamp is set. You call out to him. Hello…?
He spins around at the sound, brandishing a small shovel threateningly, and you're immediately struck by how disheveled he looks. His young face is pale and smeared with grime, and the sleeves of his blue button-down cotton shirt are torn and stained with blood, as if he stuck his arms in one of those blood bins you see in slaughterhouses. He calls out excitedly. Where the fuck did you come from?
Pufferfish - Allora
Warm Rags + Leather Overcoat [pack of cigarettes, Terrence the Amorphous Blob, switchblade, revolver (empty)] + B-3 Gas Mask (doesn't need filters), Long Lead Pipe [last seen on ground behind reception desk], Briefcase [in hand; full bottle of whiskey, 4 tins of spam, 10 cans of fruit], Backpack [broken gas mask]
gman8181 - Jim
Your men lived because of your actions.
SomeStupidGuy - Finn (Teal)
Loose Cotton Shirt and Trousers [matches, two cigarettes, wallet, 3 sticks of dynamite, carton of fuses], Pickaxe [right hand], Gas Lantern [left hand]
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