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Outside of warehouse fifteen, the air smelled salty and rank. The stench of ten-day-old fish and diesel fuel. The Varmit had followed the two goons to the warehouse without detection, although the one in the hat had kept looking behind him. The Varmit did not waver.
Secreting himself by a window, he watched and listened in as the two conducted their business. |
| "Alright Mr. Smarty pants, I'm gonna give ya a chance to redeem yourself. Get on my good side and answer some questions, okay? 'Cause if you don't, we're going to be making some modern art out of your flesh. Now, who do you work for?" | ![]() |
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"Squeak?" |
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"Wow. This is just...amazing to watch." Lou muttered to himself.
"Hey, Lou! I don't think this one's gonna talk!" Pippy said. "Probably not, considering he's, well, a rat." BLAM!!! |
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"Yeehaa! Lou! Did ya see that? Did ya? I showed him! No one holds out on Sal's boys!" Pippy shrieked with glee.
"Yeah, Pippy. You showed him alright." |
| "What the? That's the third rat they've tried to interrogate since they got here. What the hell are they doing?" | ![]() |