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Mafia 10 - Who Goes There?
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I hate to say it, but I don't think we can trust the dogs. But at the same time, I don't want to be the one to get rid of them. I think if we leave them locked up, maybe we'll be safe enough?
--- Quote from: Masterpiece on 27 May 2013, 15:22 ---he looks back to his broken equipment, and reveals a broken syringe in his other hand and adds in a sullen voice
"but I can't if the ingredients are gone and my equipment is trash."
--- End quote ---
*sigh* Come on, I'll help you clean up. Maybe we can find some evidence as to who did this. It might give us some clues about Gareth, as well.
de_la_Nae:
de la Nae eyes the Commander. "Einhorn...maybe Gareth's dead because it couldn't get to him for some reason, but can we afford to trust that it busted his head open then didn't infest the dogs? Can we afford to just leave them here and hope that nothing breaks out of the kennel? I mean...God, I don't know, can we even afford to trust all of the food? That shit *was* living...Jesus I'm coming apart at the seams a bit, aren't I?" She sits down heavily. "...I mean do we even have any living plants? I don't remember any, but I don't know everything that the scientists are doing around here...hold on..." She curls in on herself and takes deep breaths for a long minute.
"...okay....okay I'm okay. Tell you what, I don't...I'd feel a lot better if I knew our radio tech wasn't broadcasting out anything like inviting more targets. I think we should test Cesium."
Zingoleb:
There doesn't seem to be much of any reply when DeLanae spoke, even an acknowledgment of her words.
"They'll have to go," he says after a long moment, turning to look at her, his expression dull, though whether from drinking, the situation, or just what has to be done, it's hard to say. "The dogs...Gareth knew how to handle them, we don't. They still need to be fed, they still need to be taken care of, and they can still be infected. It's too much risk." He says nothing for a long moment before standing up, walking to the weapons cabinet and pulling out a gun, a single pistol, checking to make sure it's loaded.
"I'll do it myself. It's going to be hard, but I'm the commander." Commander. Commander. The word seemed to echo in his head, reminding him of his responsibilities - his burden to save not only himself but to save his crew - and who he'll answer to back in the real world should he ever go back there. He just stood there for a long moment, thinking, staring balefully ahead before turning and leaving the room without a further word.
In the distance, shots are heard.
Masterpiece:
from Pistorious' room, sounds were echoing throughout the station. The professor appeared to have taken out his old guitar. He started to sing:
"in our headlights
staring bleak;
beer cans,
deer's eyes"
J:
"Listen, prof. Pistorious claimed he could inoculate us against the infection. If the organism is intelligent, -though I stress that we can only speculate that it is- but if it is intelligent then that would make him the most immediate threat, and a primary target for infection. The fact that he decided to burn his notes rather than show them to me does not fill me with confidence either, and followed by the destruction of the lab; he's the only one who can theoretically protect us, yet been left unable to actually do so."
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