by devilbird » Sat Apr 07, 2018 5:08 am
You've never understood why they were called miniguns. They were always some of the heaviest ordinance you've ever seen. You try to roll the gun on top of the lady, but it simply weighs too much to move. What kind of monster is capable of using these things? More that she was able to swing it around like it was nothing. She may not have been bright, but you doubt that you'd be able to take her on in a fair fight. After struggling to get the minigun to budge even an inch, you give up and loot the paralyzed bondage guardian. Upon closer inspection, you don't actually find anything of value on her. Her skin tight costume has neither pockets nor openings to fit anything, save for the zipper on the back.
"She won't have anything on her," chimes in the woman in the cage, "She's more like a watch dog instead of an actual guard. The keys might be over by were she was hanging out."
The woman points to the small station that lies between the cells and the door to freedom. You sass her while probing her for information on what it is that you are transporting. She replies, "You had an envelope that my boss was looking for. I ain't paid enough to care what's in it. Just that it's worth an all out war at the wall."