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The Rescue Team
The Wonders of Technology Push Us Further
Two-Paw follows the footprints left in the soft sand all the way up to the asphalt, where even its advanced cameras could not track the indentions made by their feet. For a human, this would mean to start guessing, but for a twelve foot tall mech chock full of warp-age sensors, it just meant switching gears. The mech stops for a second at the road, and then continues on with renewed interest. You proceed down the street, and turn a corner. Two-Paw stops. Looking down the street, it is bordered by a number of ruined old apartments and condos, but further down you see a well-fortified apartment building. The viewfinder on your HUD says it's about four blocks away. Looking closely, you see no movement, and Two-Paw makes no noise. It just watches.

The Survivors
The Lobby
Vae looks, shrugs, and continues eating. Before you can get started calibrating the reaction wheels in your hammer, she makes a double take and a certain spark lights up in her eyes. She says "Is that a Mark Three Phoenix Cannon?"

The Rooftop
You grab the rifle and ascend the stairs to the roof. You feel particularly stealthy. Checking all sides of the apartment, you see nothing new to the north, south, or west, but to your east you see a very curious sight indeed. A trio, two heavily armored soldier types carrying two very large guns, and one mech the size of a car and the shape of a box are marching north on an avenue about four blocks away. They stop once they've reached your apartment's street.

The Warehouse
he picks up his gun again and blasts your head away
He makes a sound, something between a laugh and a whimper, when you tell your puns. "Of course! He's making cheese puns. Punny. Heheh- Hoo." Their voice sounds fairly masculine. You'd guess he's somewhere His laughter gets quieter, and he soon falls silent. After a moment of this, he adjusts his posture in the chair, sitting up tall and fixing his lab coat lapel, he says "Who are you? What are you doing here? No cheese jokes, now. I want answers."

((Sorry for the short update. Busy day.))

 

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