Biggy Bro Slig's group walked on the catwalk, eyeing the mudokons.
One gave him an evil look, but went back to scrubbing.
"Keep an eye on that one, Sorph. He looks like trouble." He quietly said to him.
The troublesom (sp?) mudokon frowned at Sorph, and kicked a slig gaurd down, and grabbed his gun.
Being a mudokon, he struggled to know how to fire an industrialist weapon, but eventually figured out. The bullet skimmed Biggy Bro Slig's shoulder.
Cpt. Sorph pulled out his old-fashioned mini-blitz pack out and fired. The mudokon fell to the floor.
The Alpha Squad stopped crowching, and got up.
"I think we need to have a look at there barracks. They might have something to hide."
The group charged down into Zulag 13's bunk room and a group of Mudokons were sat in a circle.
"Who is the head slave?" Cpt. Sorph asked.
An old mudokon stepped up.
"And you are?" Biggy Bro Slig said.
"Worshawk, at your service." He nodded.
"May we have permission to search your bunk?" Sorph asked.
"Why yes! But don't go in the lavatory. The bucket overflowed again." Worshawk said.
Sorph nodded. "Search the Lavatory."
The sligs poured into the toilet.
The dark grey tiles had been smashed, and an attempt to barke through the wall had been made.
"Guilty as charged, sir." Sorph said.
"Take Warshawk away. Seal the Lavatory door, and bring out the bucket. Let's see them overlow it now." Biggy Bro Slig said.
"It wasn't me! I swear! I've been framed!" Warshawk shouted. He was dragged down the corridoor and towards the Interrigation room.
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