"South?" called the drug dealer.
"How do you know which way is south?" asked the doctor.
"I have a good sense of direction," shot back the drug dealer.
"It's locked," the CIA agent called out from the end of the hallway.
"Locked? **** that, I'm knockin' it down," mscriv said striding down the hallway towards the door.
"Ow! ****!"
Okay, that didn't work.
"Ain't as easy to knock down as the doors downstairs," said mscriv, his voice strained from the aching right foot.
"This door, then," the sneaking lady said, opening the door.
The goon inside was so shocked he fell backwards on his chair, dropping a book.
Scrambling behind a table, the goon pushed it over to conceal himself. Suddenly, he popped up over the cover and fired off a couple of shots.
The bullets hit their targets, but barely did any harm, grazing past mscriv's leg and the sneaking lady's left arm. The goon's face, however, received bullets from the sneaking lady, the CIA agent and mscriv himself. It all but exploded, and the goon fell over the table, dead.
The sneaking lady strode over to the body and kicked it to the ground.
"Goddammit, why do my arms keep getting grazed by bullets?"
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MAP:
STATS:
mscriv: Level 7, 7 AP, 6 HP
Queen of Spades: Level 6, 6 AP, 6 HP
Koodauw: Level 7, 13 AP, 7 HP
Moyank24: Level 8, 8 AP, 7 HP
Don't panic: Level 7, 7 AP, 7 HP
Rodimus Prime: Level 7, 7 AP, 7 HP