Horace turns to the rest of the party.
"Why is it that every person we capture tries to get tough as if they're in a position to negotiate? Just once, I'd like to see a captive recognize the reality of their situation and do the normal thing of shitting themselves in fear while pleading for their life."
Horace slams a bolt in his crossbow and cocks the string. Moving to Bret, he roughly jams the crossbow under the guard's chin.
"This one annoys me the most. Are we killing both or just one for now?"
“It’s the code for the security door that holds all the valuables. I assume that’s why you’re here.”
"Honestly, we're just here to investigate the beast and kick alien ass. But you Mon-stars are like a weird little cult and refuse to cooperate with anybody. It's starting to get to the point where the best thing for humanity is to wipe you out first. And that'll be your fault. Stop treating fellow humans like the enemy or we'll be forced to do the same."
“Look man. We don’t know nothing about no monster and we don’t got no aliens. Honest mister.”
They both nod nervously.
"Riiiiight.
Frankly, your reputation betrays you. Call it guilt by association. The dogs aren't updated yet, so we'll just be heading to the vault without you. Well, at least without one of you."
Horace moves a finger. The crossbow, still under Bret's chin, releases its bolt.
With a thunk, the bolt is released and pierced the soft underbelly of Bret’s chin and goes through his mouth and into his skull.
Immediately his head falls forward and a gurgling sound comes from his throat. Blood gushes from his mouth, down his shirt and on to his lap.
Charlie let’s out a muffled scream and begins to cry. He tried in vain to quickly crawl backwards and up the wall behind him. He curls up in a ball and puts his hands up facing you to defend himself.
Charlie pleads, “Bret told you. That’s the code man. There’s some guards with dogs before you get there but that’s it man! Please don’t kill me. I’ve got kids!”
“Ye...ye...yess.” He stammers.
He slowly gets up to his feet. As he rises he catches a glimpse of Bret’s injuries. He turns quickly and puts his hands on his knees and throws up.
"I don't see any way we can trust Charlie to come with us. He's just gonna scream the first chance he gets. I think we're well past the moment when we could've all worked together for the greater good. Either we end his suffering now or one of us keeps him captive here until we're done. It doesn't seem smart to me to do this one man down, but whatever. I'll let others decide."
“Look man. I’m not gonna do anything to get myself killed. This job’s not worth it. I’ll do whatever you want. But please don’t kill me. I’ve got two kids.”
With no response he simply looks at you and says, “I’ll tell you one thing. The correct code to the exit in the bedroom is 2682. That will help you get out once you’re done. I’m going to go. I won’t tell anyone what I’ve seen. Thanks for letting me live.”
With that he walks away without turning around. Your heist starts now.
"Uh, so now these guys have both told us to trust them and that they're giving us the correct code, but they gave us different codes! So we still don't know anything and n-- HOLY SHIT WHO UNTIED HIM AND SAID HE COULD LEAVE?!?"
Horace executes Charlie like he executed Non-Charlie.
Horace spins around and raises his crossbow. The man begins to run. As he runs you can hear him sobbing. You can’t hear what he’s saying but it sounds pleasing. Perhaps a prayer. And then the arrow releases.
It finds its mark in the man’s back. He stops. A gurgling. And falls to the ground. He moves slowly to bring something from his pocket. A photo. He touches it lightly with his other hand. Tears in his eyes. And then it is over. Life leaves his body.
You find 25 gold. And a note in each victim’s pocket that says 2682. You also find a bloody picture of a little boy and a little girl. About 5 and 7 years old. They are sitting on a bail of hay next to a pumpkin. Smiling.
Just then you see a blur. But actually you heard it before you saw it. But now you see it. The blur. It wizzes through the air and misses Horace.
What the fuck was that‽
Paco turns to his left, but before he can, he is knocked to the ground taking 1 damage.
Just then, Gosling transforms back into himself and you see the object as it screeches to a halt. It’s a dog. A German Shepard. It is confused looking at Gosling.
A scream and a dog is on Prancy violently ripping its head from side to side doing 3 damage.
“Get those motherfuckers!”
You look and see 3 guards, surrounded by 8 more dogs.
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"Why is it that every person we capture tries to get tough as if they're in a position to negotiate? Just once, I'd like to see a captive recognize the reality of their situation and do the normal thing of shitting themselves in fear while pleading for their life."
Horace slams a bolt in his crossbow and cocks the string. Moving to Bret, he roughly jams the crossbow under the guard's chin.
"This one annoys me the most. Are we killing both or just one for now?"
"Is it really, though. And what code? Code for what?
Actually, never mind. What's the point of trusting either of you."
"Honestly, we're just here to investigate the beast and kick alien ass. But you Mon-stars are like a weird little cult and refuse to cooperate with anybody. It's starting to get to the point where the best thing for humanity is to wipe you out first. And that'll be your fault. Stop treating fellow humans like the enemy or we'll be forced to do the same."
They both nod nervously.
"Riiiiight.
Frankly, your reputation betrays you. Call it guilt by association. The dogs aren't updated yet, so we'll just be heading to the vault without you. Well, at least without one of you."
Horace moves a finger. The crossbow, still under Bret's chin, releases its bolt.
Got anything else to say otherwise your fate's the same as your partner.
Immediately his head falls forward and a gurgling sound comes from his throat. Blood gushes from his mouth, down his shirt and on to his lap.
Charlie let’s out a muffled scream and begins to cry. He tried in vain to quickly crawl backwards and up the wall behind him. He curls up in a ball and puts his hands up facing you to defend himself.
He slowly gets up to his feet. As he rises he catches a glimpse of Bret’s injuries. He turns quickly and puts his hands on his knees and throws up.
He stands slowly wiping his mouth.
“What do you want me to do?”
"I don't see any way we can trust Charlie to come with us. He's just gonna scream the first chance he gets. I think we're well past the moment when we could've all worked together for the greater good. Either we end his suffering now or one of us keeps him captive here until we're done. It doesn't seem smart to me to do this one man down, but whatever. I'll let others decide."
With that he walks away without turning around. Your heist starts now.
"Uh, so now these guys have both told us to trust them and that they're giving us the correct code, but they gave us different codes! So we still don't know anything and n-- HOLY SHIT WHO UNTIED HIM AND SAID HE COULD LEAVE?!?"
Horace executes Charlie like he executed Non-Charlie.
It finds its mark in the man’s back. He stops. A gurgling. And falls to the ground. He moves slowly to bring something from his pocket. A photo. He touches it lightly with his other hand. Tears in his eyes. And then it is over. Life leaves his body.
You now stand alone. Ready for the heist.
"That is 100% your fault, dude. Stop trying to make me feel bad!"
I'll help you check their pockets!
"So Charlie was still lying to us, even after we killed Bret. We're up against a bunch of scumbags here."
What the fuck was that‽
Paco turns to his left, but before he can, he is knocked to the ground taking 1 damage.
Just then, Gosling transforms back into himself and you see the object as it screeches to a halt. It’s a dog. A German Shepard. It is confused looking at Gosling.
A scream and a dog is on Prancy violently ripping its head from side to side doing 3 damage.
“Get those motherfuckers!”
You look and see 3 guards, surrounded by 8 more dogs.