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Escape-

The shallow water splashed up at the mudokons legs, the noise reflected down the pipe, past the fleech they ran, its tongue was to slow to catch a taste of flesh, the shadows danced and flickered in the light of the bottled fireflies, the group consisted of four Mudokons, nameless like so many, what little speech they new was reserved for plotting and planning, for these were the words of the masterful tacticians, they had trained were possible and now the grate was visible and the fumes of the stockyards greeted there desensitized nostrils, they clutched at there noses stumbling forward noisy now until suddenly, a popper no just a red light run, jump sidle creep through the shadows the searchlight passes over, run hop jump. Freedom? No bats, sligs slogs scrabs paramites those were what awaited them.