Krik glared at Dek. "My eyes are as sharp as your wits are dull, Junior. Dionysia was made to work for us, so if a terrorist walks in here, she either kills him herself, or brings him to security. Despite her erratic behaviour, I can say she at least does that." He walked to the storage room foor and pulled on it. It didn't move. "It's locked," He announced unecessarily.
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The paramites glared at Sturg and one yelled at him, "They kille one of our pack! It's only fair we take one of them!"
However, the distraction had given Dionysia to stumble through a door, down a clearer corridor and into a lift. Shw quickly hoisted herself up and emerged in the production lines to find a heap of muds standing round (Rick and Slaveless's crew). She regained her composture as much as she could after running through a maze of greasy pipes while being chased by a bunch of paramites, and stetched to her full, imposing height. "What's going on here, the boy's brigade? Or is someone actually doing some work at Rupture Farms?"
ooc: Sorry, couldn't resist.
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