Samiemdapartmenthunt

From Create Your Own Story

Current revision as of 19:14, 19 August 2015

"Pila, wait outside on the scaffolding." You say and crouch to a readied position. Pila moves back outside and looks into the scanner.

"I'm getting at least fifteen in this apartment's area. Could be more, though." She says softly into the mic. You hear Rat take out his own gun, and the two of you begin to sweep through the kitchen, opening cabinets, refrigerators, even the dishwasher.

Rat finds one first under the sink, and sits back quickly while firing a shot. He gives a short yelp, and the slimeroach begins to slosh across the floor away from him. You snap your gun around and give it a shot, hitting it square in the center. There is a short fizz, and it sucks into the tiny pellet. "One." You say with a glare to Rat.

Rat slowly stands up, then points into the bedroom with wide eyes. Inside, there are two more visible, slowly crossing the wood floor to under the bed. You take them out in a second.

"Just start clearing the pipes." You say, and Rat gives a solemn nod, slowly putting single pellets from his bag into the sink in case any were hiding inside.

You continue to pop out a dozen more, and eventually Pila tells you to continue checking the bathroom that you were certain was clean.

"You sure?" You ask.

"Yes. Maybe try the walls?"

You see a large vent. You blast the heat ray into it, using the light to see inside. It actually goes upward fairly quickly, and you groan. "Rat! Get in here!"

Rat comes in and begins to work at the vent. With it cleared out of the way, you stick your gun in and fire upward twice. "Anything?"

"Still there." Pila says.

You groan and gauge the side of the vent. You know you are small enough to fit through, so you remove the plastic chest protector and stick your hand through first. You wriggle the upper half of you body into the vent and realize you have no light. You hear the damn things, though, likely two of them at least, and not too far off. "Pull me out by my legs if I say so." You instruct, your voice echoing through the duct.

"Alright!" Rat says, and you hope he doesn't screw this up, either.

You aim the gun, knowing the sound might startle them to run or even come toward you. You could fire more to the right or more to the left.