Paranoid Investigation [Drug Bust Case File #38 Mission]

Targeting Rampage, my bad.

That was pretty darn fast. As much as Wicked was in love with her own explosive power and lost herself in it, even bragged about it she had to admit everyone was like a well-oiled machine of violence. They could probably do anything if they set out to do it. Which was good because Patty was scared this would go wrong and she'd mess something up. She didn't wanna rush in because if she went overboard here it could be bad. Really bad. Like meth lab explosion bad.

"Not bad. Good for a warm-up, right? Hopefully they're all easy like this," she commented on the win, not letting on how much it bothered her. It wasn't these people's fault they were fucked up. The witch pointed her head as if seeing something no one else could. She could see the vibrations around the corner with her eyepatch.
"......there's somethin' over there, I don't think it's human. It's movin' around, let's check it out." The witch drew her staff and bounced it on the ground as she entered a quick skulk. As much as she hated to admit it, as much as she didn't like it, some of these things had to get taken out.

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After battle ended, Tamsin took a few steps forward to find the bunny girl lying there unconscious beside the...rather explosive-looking barrel. She nudged the limp form with her boot. kill or be killed She had said. Those were her words. Was this thing human? had it ever been human?

Her head picked up when Patty declared there was something around the corner in the next room. Tamsin nodded. "Got it. Let's go." She replied stoically, eyes hard as glass. She'd deal with whatever mixed feelings she had later. Maybe. Right now it was time for violence. And Violence, she was finding, was becoming increasingly easy for her.

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Rampage knew it probably wasn't a good thing that apparently unlike the two smaller females in the group she had no problem beating on the possible people here, she was used to beating up people till they couldn't move, a side effect of her job, these people were dangerous and would do more then just hurt them if given the chance, and she wasn't about to let the others get injured or worse because some people couldn't control themselves.

As Wicked gave the alert that there was something in the next room, Rampage nodded, she expected having to fight quite a bit getting here, or at least once inside as she had doubted the people that worked in this place would want to just up and leave, "Be careful, and don't get separated, As for this thing in the net room lets take it down if it's a threat" she said as she advanced with the rest of the group, though as the doc made his comment she looked at him "I don't know but I doubt you want to find out what actually will happen if you put your head in it...so I suggest you don't..." she said.

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As the team entered the room, they would notice that it looked like the remains of a shower system usually made for the sake of decontamination. Though one would wonder why it was made so close to a bathroom. There were many architectural questions to ask, but none were as prevalent as the floating cloth mass. As it was eerie-looking, it was clear that this was not a human being. However, it wouldn't notice the team just yet. Oddly enough it seems to be hanging around near the bathroom stalls, speaking to the empty stall in a low voice. "Do͜ ̷yo̸' w̕a̶n̷' ̀à r'd... o͡r blu'͏ p'pe̛r̢.́.̷.?"҉

Okay so this was freakin' weird. Kinda made sense for a place like this that they'd have a bathroom down here. Some place with a drain to wash off all the chemicals before going back outside and they could also get rid of their shit. But that wasn't all. Wicked almost jumped out of her skin when she registered the floating cloth, speaking in some weird kinda gibberish. Red or bluh...?

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.......oh, okay! They were in the bathroom, she heard this one before. It was a creepy urban legend about a bathroom demon that would kill you and junk if you answered wrong. BUT. Wicked knew what to tell it.
"Yo yo chill. I got this," she proclaimed to the group before anyone could rush in. She wouldn't blame them. She'd do the same if she didn't know any better. Wicked swaggered a few steps closer to the demon to tell it what it wanted or like didn't wanna hear.

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