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Amazing! I'm actually doing what I said I would! It's a week later, and I've posted again! Hooray!
Little short chapter, but there will be more, and I'm hoping that this will be one of the shorter ones anyway. It doesn't help that the main character can't talk.

All the sligs in the hub were really hyped up now. I guess they found the mess I left of their brothers in the restroom. I would need to sneak pass them again, but I doubted that the old trick would work again. Looking around, I saw only two doors without lit flint lights above them – one must have been the temple centre and the other the last flintlock area. I waited for while, figuring out a way to distract the guards and slogs.
I realised that if I managed to upset the scrabs in cages out there, I could sneak past. The only way I could do that without the sligs or – I hoped – the slogs not noticing was to echolocate them.
I tried it, making the sound ricochet off the walls into the centre of the hub. The slogs barked in panic, but I don’t think they knew were I was. The scrab cages rattled and screeched, and I decided that the sligs were satisfactorily distracted and ran to the next room.

Greg was studying the map, being the only slig in the hub that could read, when a sound made him look up. The slogs had started going mad, and that was followed by the scrabs in their cages all acting up at once. The other sligs went to sedate the scrabs and calm their slogs, but by chance Greg was watching when a mutant scrab ran between two entrance rocks.
“Good Odd!”, he screamed as he saw the thing run past. The other sligs turned to look at the thing, and all thoughts of laughing at their buddy for swearing so mildly were forgotten as they supplied a barrage of more appropriate curses.
Shawn, one of the quicker sligs and thus the squad’s leader, shouted “After the ****er!”
When Greg looked down at the map and realised where the mutant was going, he screamed “Don’t! Don’t go down that passage!”
When Shawn turned to look at him, his blood ran cold. “Would you care to explain to yourself, fleechbait, as to WHY YOU HAVE DIRECTLY CONTRADICTED MY ORDERS!?”
Greg responded “But that’s the one we were waiting to get. You said going through there now was certain death!”
Shawn hesitated, then deflated, and said “Oh, yeah. Yeah, that’s right. Heh, I suppose we don’t have to follow the thing, it might as well have committed suicide. We can get its bones for the eggheads to study when the snoozers come and help us out with that area. Good thinking, slurgface.”
Greg, saved from the retribution of Shawn, sighed and looked toward the rock in front of the passage that the creature had gone through.
It probably was a good thing, he thought, that what’s inside was too big to fit through the passages.
He turned back to his work, and thought nothing more of it.