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This is the climax for part one, theme music: Pump It by the BEP's when they are running from the boilers.

Chapter 5: Tumult and Escape
They couldn’t believe it. After being confined to a cafeteria abundant in vomit, nearly losing their minds to a malevolent shadow, and almost losing their bodies to a sadistic doctor, you would expect they would have a bit of goodness in this time. Unfortunately, there were no breaks for two rambunctious Rekati.

The Beelzubs looked angry, they looked like they wanted shoot their heads to bits. Interrogation under Beelzubs was not a happy matter. They often used torture and in more categories than one. But how did they find out?

“We were told by Desiro,” said the apparent squad leader, “that there was a problem in the Employee Clinic. We are here to arrest you!”

Desiro? How could he have known?

“Arrest us?” said Lok, “under what charges?”
“Don’t matter, Desiro has total administrative functions. What he says goes.”

No, not again. Enough had happened in this accursed plant. If they could survive and escape from the recent events, they could most likely escape from a squad of Beelzubs. But was there a way out? They jumped of the walkway into unknown peril. Their fall would have killed them if they hadn’t grabbed onto a pipe on the way down. It was searing hot so they did not hang on for long.

They fell into a gigantic barrel full of little sickingly cute figures of the woodland creatures called Lurmites. Obviously on its way to the meat snacks corporation factory located on the edge of the mountain range, called Sadisco. They rose to the surface where Lok said, “Do you think we lost them?”
“No,” replied Zhelin.

Lok looked up in the plant and the squad Beelzubs was pursuing them down the stairs case.

“Get down!” said Lok.

They both submerged themselves into the cheap knick knacks once again. Lok peeked his head above the barrel’s rim to see if the Beelzubs had lost them. His action created more trouble. The Beelzubs at first seemed befuddled that they could not find them, but once one of them had seen Lok sprouting his head out of the barrel, they all saw him.

Without question, they all fired at the barrel. A few of the shots pierced the thin metal the barrel was made of. Thankfully, it entered a shielded part of the barrel line. Their bullets would never penetrate that.

“Just wait until it comes out of the armored line,” said the squad leader, “we’ll know which barrel cos of the bullet holes we made.”

Time was running out for Lok and Zhelin, they needed a plan. And then it hit them, “Quick! Let’s get into that barrel!” said Lok. They both climbed out of the shot barrel and climbed into the barrel behind theirs.

“There it is!” said the leader, “fire!”

The entire squads fired at the bullet pierced barrel for a few seconds. Then another Beelzub operating a long crane arm with two claws grabbed the barrel that the squad had fired upon and placed it on the walkway where the squad was eagerly waiting their “prize.”

The squad commanded a small group of Rekati to dismantle the barrel (so the Rekati could have the pleasure of seeing the contents within). But to the Beelzubs’s surprised dismay, the barrel contained no gun shot Rekati.

They then realized where their two fugitives had gone two, “Look!” said the leader, “They’re escaping!”

Lok and Zhelin were far down the barrel line and were tipping their barrel over the edge of the line. They landed near the boilers which powered the plant. They were just recovering from their fall when another squad of Beelzubs had just started firing at them when the two had dodged behind an enormous pipe just in the nick of time.

“They’re still coming!” said Zhelin.
“Let’s hide in the boilers!” replied Lok.

They both made for the door bearing the words “BOILERS, KEEP OUT!” The chugging was loudest here and it was unbearably hot (as one should expect) with firey steam flowing from the low budgeted boilers. The Beelzubs had followed them in and the two Rekati were coming up on the controls when a Beelzub had yelled, “Freeze!”

The squad had all of their guns aimed at them when Zhelin had stumbled on a lever which at first sight seemed insignificant, but when they read the sign above it, they realized what disastrous mistake they had made. “NEVER EVER PULL THIS LEVER TO THE RIGHT, FOR FEAR OF BEING INCINARATED AND BLOWN UP.”

Suddenly, all of the pressure and temperature gauges’ arrows turn madly to the right. A few of the gauges burst. And it was getting even hotter. They saw a timer above counting down from four minutes. Four minutes?
It seemed they had no where to run, nowhere to go. The Beelzubs were waiting with guns locked and loaded and the timer was ticking. Just then, a blast of steam hit the Beelzubs and they screamed out in pain while they melted. Lok and Zhelin ran forwards to see the goop. They both look sickened.

Zhelin realized the situation again and said, “Come on! We have to get out of here!”

They both ran for the exit from the boilers. When they emerged, the plant looked much different: molten plastic pools were rising from the bottom, pipes were falling from above. They ran upwards to the train bridge from the every growing plastic pools. Three minutes left.

They saw Rekati running for the bridge as well, some of them ebing crushed by the falling pipes. Others were being swallowed up by the plastic pools. Lok couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He tugged Zhelin over to another worker who hanging on the edge of a walkway and firey doom awaited him.

“Come on, Zhelin! We have to help him!” shouted Lok.
“No! He’s dead to us!” replied Zhelin.
"Come on!"

They had just grabbed his arms when the pool had just starting licking his back. But, for some unknown reason, the worker wasn’t screaming out in pain. He wasn’t making any noise at all. They pulled him up as the pool grew larger. He was completely unburned

“Thanks!” said the Rekati and he took off.
“What just happened?” asked Zhelin.
“I don’t know,” said Lok, “come on!”

Two minutes left.

They were ascending higher towards the train. It was automated and always left at a specific time. Hopefully it hadn’t left yet. They were almost to the bridge when a most unexpected thing happened. It was Desiro, hanging from the edge of the level, with a lake of fire beneath him. He shouted, “Help me! Please somebody, help me!”

“Yeah right,” said Zhelin sarcastically, “Have a nice trip down!”
“Zhelin,” said Lok, “Come one, lets not deliberately let him die.”
“You can’t be serious! This is Desiro, the meanest, most annoying executive who ever walked Oddworld!”
“Maybe he’ll change of we save him.”
“No, I’m not gonna save that scumbag!”
Lok gave him an un approving look.
“Alright fine.”

They walked over to Desiro and hoisted him up. And to their surprise, Desiro said, “Ha! You idiots! You fools! I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time!”

Desiro pulled out a dagger from his sleeve. But before he could complete his goal, a metal pipe fell and hit him on the head. Dizzy, he fell into the pool below.

“I guess he wouldn’t have changed,” said Lok.
“Serves you right!” said Zhelin as he spat at Desiro’s falling body.

Almost there, they just had a little more. The pipes were falling more frequently, there were loud explosive noises coming from below. Then, another most unexpected thing happened. It was another Rekati, just lying on the floor unconscious.

“It’s a girl!” said Lok, “she must’ve fallen from the birthing room.” This was quite a shock for both of them. They never once seen another female in their lives.

“Come on, Lok!” said Zhelin, “we only have fifty seconds left!”
“We can’t just leave her like that, and I’m pretty sure she won’t lash at us with a dagger.”

Zhelin sighed and helped Lok pick up the knocked out female. They started carrying her to the train bridge. But no, there were no ways out now.

“The train!” shouted Zhelin as he gazed at the departing train, “it’s already left!”

So this was it. They had maintained their spirits through everything the plant had hurled at them. And now, when its demise finally came, the one moment all of the Rekati now and before them had prayed for, they are left to die in this gluttonous thing.

No, not even now. Lok would not let this stop him. Not from the mountains far and wide, not from the ghostly waters far below. He couldn’t give up, not even now. He contemplated and made his decision, “Let’s jump!”

The plant started imploding. Explosions were everywhere. The three Rekati went flying through the air, Lok and Zhelin were screaming. Zhelin had managed to grab onto a rope like wire, with Lok clinging on Zhelin’s foot, holding the female. They had done it.