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The feeling of dread grows in the back of my mind, but I try to focus.
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>If neither of them has a card for the lift…
There’s only one way to find out.
While maneuvering around a desk to reach the restroom door, one of my chains collide with it causing a loud rattle - It doesn’t slow me down, but the once rowdy conversation abruptly lowers to a hush - not a good sign.
Oops.
Not particularly concerned by the threat of two confused humans, I enter anyway. I pass into a small hub, complete with flowery paintings lining the walls prior to the bathrooms proper. As the argument seems to escalate again, I shake my head with a sigh; they are perhaps not as perceptive as I had given them credit for. With a deep breath, I prepare to enter.
I flash my consciousness in and out of the bathroom to get a basic idea of the enemy layout and shove my way through the door. The two males cry out in cowardly unison as the door swings open. Their unexpected outcry even gives me pause; a deathly silence falls upon the men’s restroom.
“W-who the…Who’s there? C-can’t you tell we’re busy in here!? Use the other lavatory!” the angry man brusquely orders towards the door. I recognize his voice as belonging to the primary agitator of whatever argument was previously being held here. The other human speaks up as well, obviously taking the chance to lighten the prior mood with a nervous chuckle, “It…it’s gotta be the guys messing with u-”
“Shut up! Don’t you hear that?!” the first one interrupts with a dismissive raise of his hand.
I approach my now fearful quarry, but my chains loudly object to my stealthy approach.
The angry man’s face goes pale and he presses himself against the tiles of the back wall…I slow my pace and ominously advance.
“Fuck! What - what the Hells is…You hear that too, don’t you!? Tell me you hear that!” the angry man wails pathetically. “I hear it! I hear it…” the other man yelps with exasperation, seemingly more afraid of his superior than of my ghastly approach. That seems to change as I draw ever nearer - their whimpers become more shamelessly panicked as I go. When I am within reach, I stop. I hear their breathing halt in comical unison.
I snatch the angry man from the protection of his wall and pull him into a stranglehold. He appears to be dragged towards the exit by an invisible force, straining out what cries for help he can all the while. The other man stays frozen, mouth agape. By the time I am midway through the room, the human can no longer hold back his flight response and the darts for the door, almost flying into a stall in the process. I trip him with the thick of my tail and order him in no uncertain terms, “Don’t. Move.”
He remains trembling on the unsanitary floor, hands covering his head. I drag the angry man from the bathroom, laying him against a wall of the hub when he loses consciousness. I then return to finish the job - His cohort hasn’t moved a muscle since he fell. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and hoist him off the ground. His eyes go wide with terror and he squirms helplessly against my grip. Needing him to answer my questions, I drop my guise; I am now visible again.
“Y-you’re not!” he gasps. “I-I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me! I just escaped a city with my family - The…We had nothing! This was the only job I could find and it paid enough to get us back on our feet! I know I should have turned it down anyway; I hate the idea of human trafficking! If you let me go I swear I won’t work here anymore…I was just about to get fired anyway! Whatever you are, please don’t kill me!” he blubbers all in one breath.
“Enough!” I raise my voice for a moment. He goes silent. “Where is the key to the lift?” I ask steadily.
“I-it…My s-supervisor has it! I mean, he’s in charge of it - if he doesn’t have it on him it’s in his desk, I swear! It’s a red card!” he says. That is all I needed to know. I blink him to sleep and shove him into a stall. As I return to his supervisor, I breathe a single sigh of a relief that I don’t have to listen to any more of that. Unfortunately, however…
Egh, it’s not on him.
I restore my invisible state and return to the slave transfer room. I deduce that the supervisor’s desk is probably the one with the computer terminal - overlooking that, one of the drawers finally yield a red card-key.
This must be it. Let’s give it a try…
I swipe the card through a reader on the door to the lift hallway. The light turns green for a several seconds and goes red again when I choose not to open the door. I let a pleased smile slip.
One step closer to getting the hells out of this place.
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