Urbanshade received some interesting funding recently. Food was still… odd, horrid, a mishmash of what looked like fish caught down here in the depths and something like beans. The only bandage atop that mess was firearms. Revolvers, handguns, pistols—whatever you wanted to call them—and they were there.

That was the sole reprieve as of recent. The bad food gets tucked away into a little folder to be looked at when this high inevitably drops. Nonetheless, your shoulder arm remains in the air. Today’s dish? A somewhat grimy bazooka, paint chipped off in some places, but that is a whole bazooka.

Life is going pretty well, all in all. In fact, you’ve even been able to take certain precautions to ward off hazards! Really, a single click whilst you load the rocket into the missile weapon and pandemonium had uprooted its path and left. Just like that.

Eh, you weren’t gonna complain. That was just one less issue to deal with for the run. At least now your gun was ready to fire at a moment's notice.

Dragging the firearm along with you, grabbing some data along the way, Sebastian’s room had come into view. The vent popped up with a familiar, somewhat grating voice, “Hey, over here…” carrying over the stale air into your space.

As you crouched, preparing to crawl, an idea dawned on you. Surely, if you could maneuver yourself right, you could launch a rocket into his area?

Turns out you could, feeling somewhat like your shoulder dislocated and your eardrums burst. Not… the most pleasant. Neither was smoke curling up into the air faintly. Someone shared your sentiment, coughing like an old man having a heart attack.

Curiously, you set aside your bazooka with a dull thump against the concrete floor, crawling into the small hole.

Sebastian was doing something. “Something” being flipping around on the floor like an actual fish whilst waving around his hands to clear the smoke. It was kind of comical.

“YOU!” He screeches, one hand now trying to rub at his eyes—only aggravating them further, another trying to reach for his gun. Uh oh.