[Mother reaches around Lindianne to squeeze Voodoo on the shoulder, and like that, the team starts to ascend the stairs.]
Neptune taking the third deck.
[Their every step is silent, precise. Their IR lasers dance over every nook and cranny of the tenement as they creep deeper into the belly of the beast. The silence is drawn out, like a steel spring stretched to its breaking point, about to snap.
From behind one of the doors, at the end of the hall, comes the sound of fierce arguing and some muffled crying. Then, as the crying reaches a fever pitch:]
Okay! You wanna be tough guys, druzi? I'll show you what happens to tough guys!
[BLAM - then terrified screams, and the sound of a body hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes. Mother pats Voodoo on the shoulder, as if to say hurry up, and he does.]
You got three seconds to drop your weapons before I pop the next one! One-
[Their stack on the door is imperfect. There's little room to maneuver in these cramped tenement hallways, and so the best they can manage is a single file on the door as Voodoo takes out his Halligan and Mother preps a nine-banger.]
Two-
[Voodoo sticks the pry bar into the doorjamb and looks back at Mother, who nods.]
Three-!
[The door pops open, Mother tosses the nine-banger around Voodoo to bank off the interior wall, and then-]
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Neptune taking the third deck.
[Their every step is silent, precise. Their IR lasers dance over every nook and cranny of the tenement as they creep deeper into the belly of the beast. The silence is drawn out, like a steel spring stretched to its breaking point, about to snap.
From behind one of the doors, at the end of the hall, comes the sound of fierce arguing and some muffled crying. Then, as the crying reaches a fever pitch:]
Okay! You wanna be tough guys, druzi? I'll show you what happens to tough guys!
[BLAM - then terrified screams, and the sound of a body hitting the floor like a sack of potatoes. Mother pats Voodoo on the shoulder, as if to say hurry up, and he does.]
You got three seconds to drop your weapons before I pop the next one! One-
[Their stack on the door is imperfect. There's little room to maneuver in these cramped tenement hallways, and so the best they can manage is a single file on the door as Voodoo takes out his Halligan and Mother preps a nine-banger.]
Two-
[Voodoo sticks the pry bar into the doorjamb and looks back at Mother, who nods.]
Three-!
[The door pops open, Mother tosses the nine-banger around Voodoo to bank off the interior wall, and then-]