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| - We had the advantage, I knew my way around the limited twists and turns and all we needed was some distance between us and the guards. Then we could start firing and the echos would hopefully scaring the guards into thinking there was an ambush, making them fearful to advance. The only problem was we were slightly slowed down by an injured Rilek. It seems that on his way through the door, a guard got a lucky shot off, on his bum. This painful little problem did slow us down tremendously. Though, we could not hear anyone chasing from behind us, but I was still nervous. “Faster!” I yelled, frustration growing in the pit of my stomach. “They’re not chasing us, can we just rest for a few seconds?” Questions were rushing through my head as he spoke, why weren’t they chasing us? Did they know something we didn’t? Was the tunnel booby trapped? I had no clue the answer to any of these questions, but I had to keep moving forward if I wanted to see any of them answered. “OK, we’ll rest,” I eventually said after weighing my options. “Thanks,” was all Rilek said to me. We tried to stay as quiet as possible, listening to possible footsteps, but we luckily heard none. After a small break, we got up, brushed ourselves off and continued to walk. It felt like only a second later when I heard Rilek’s footsteps stop. I then heard the sound of his blaster hitting the metal button of his holster. I was pretty sure he did it on purpose. “Stop right there, and get down on the ground,” he said. “For a second there you sounded like SecPol telling me to get down,” I replied as I put my hands up. “Oh trust me, I’m far from SecPol. Just a mob boss ready to take charge. And my first order of business is to kill you and then ‘Mr. Man’.” He started taking a few steps closer to me. I closed my eyes now, though the darkness around me had already hindered my sight. Either through shock, or just pure luck, the currently useless senses shut off. I heard something that could just about change the outcome. Scurrying along the walls were my frightful friends, the Spindell. I knew that if I could get my hand on one of them and throw it at Rilek, I may just walk away. But I knew I would have to distract him. “You couldn’t lead an army flesh eating worms.” I said in the most confident tone I could bolster. I just hoped it would work. “Oh, me and those so called flesh eating worms have a lot more in common than you think. You see, we’ll both probably be eating off of you for days to come.” “What,” I asked, nervous and sickened. But his cannibalism explained it all, the shakes, the “party” he had, his hangover remedy. It all made sense now, this sick bastard was a freak. I would be doing the planet, the galaxy and all the inhabitants a favor by killing this monster. Who cares if I died trying, I’m poor and a murderer. So I grabbed a fuzzy spider from the wall, spun and threw it. But as the spider left my hand, a sharp pain entered me, in my shoulder to be exact. Rilek had been able to fire a blaster bolt, but the light that followed with the bolt, showed me my victory. I was able to see the spider land on his neck and bite down. His screams were quickly subdued when he stumbled against the wall, smashing into more spiders. Which no doubt angered them. I could no longer see it happening, but I imagined spiders crawling down his stupid throat, biting their way down. It was only until the movement of spider legs grew louder that I realized that the Spindell’s could possible see me as a threat and start attacking me, so I took the time and ran to freedom, the city of Calahari. — — — — — — Upon exiting the tunnel, I found that Gevorian’s room was just the way I left it. A busted bed, upturned items, but something was here this time that wasn’t. A red faced Nomdal. “Where have you been!?” he asked in a loud, huffed tone. He was clearly angry, I’m guessing the tunnel intrigued him, though. “I needed to go home,” it wasn’t actually a lie as I did go home, but killed two men in the process. “Oh, well, uh, hmm,” was all that fat little man could say. “I must be going," I said wiping the dust from my shirt and pants. “No you cannot, you’re going in to custody, mister. You’ve destroy practically sacred trinkets, it’d be like burning the Book of Pripheb.” “I did that once, actually.” I said, keenly recalling the night where I had to burn my only book, the book of my religion to stay alive. Selfish, I know. “I want you to put your hands behind you back and wait for the authorities to come,” he said, crossing his arms and pressing them against his chest, in an attempt to look “authoritative”. “Oh poo, I almost forgot,” he said pulling laser cuffs out of his pocket. All he need to do was fit those around my wrist and I could kiss away any payment and probably my life. As he approached, I readied myself. He was behind me, fiddling with the stupid cuffs when I elbowed him in the forehead. I turned around to see his already red face turn redder as he fell to the wooden floor. He had failed to cuff me, and I ran out of their fast, just incase whatever backwater authorities were already on their way. I reached the outskirts of town in no time and followed the road back to Loka. I walked around the ghetto again, hoping to see Mr. Man somewhere, but instead I was met with a blow to the back of the head.
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