《Tales of Idiots.》18. Caught
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"Camera not looking here."
The adventurers sneak into a storage room and close the door as silently as they could. Inside, they spotted several crates.
"Must be what Peter saw the cars were carrying," Cyan whispers as he walks towards the crates. He then tries to open the crate barehand but was unable to.
Drake walks toward Cyan carrying his crowbar. "We have crowbars," He said to Cyan as he tries to open the crate. Drake managed to pry one of the boards off and laid it onto the ground gently. "A little would ya?" He asks the others.
Basil and Cyan went to help Drake while Lester and Lupin went on the look-out for any guards that may hear them.
*Thud*
Putting down their crowbar, Cyan and Basil open the crate while Drake ready his camera. Inside the crate was crystals that look like hardened blood.
"It looks like blood," Cyan whisper. "Blood that is hardened." He went to grab one of the crystals. He grabbed one and stuffed it into his duffle bag.
Lester and Lupin went to the open crate to take a look. Once he caught the smell of the crystals he covers his nose. "Gah! It smells like dead bodies," Lupin complains.
"It smells like blood?" Drake asks. He then sniffs the air. "I don't smell anything." He said.
"It's because a beastman's nose is greater than humans," Lupin said. "Hey Peter, we found something weird,"
"Can you take a picture?" Peter asks from the earpieces.
"Oh, yeah," Drake said. He then pictures of the crystals. "You got that?" He asks Peter.
"...Yeah, I got it," Peter said. "Hmmm, I'll have to ask some people to find out what they are. Also, can you guys check the other crates?"
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"Sure," Lupin said closing the crate.
"I'll keep the look-out," Drake said as he went to the door.
Cyan look at the crates and then at the door. "Yeah, I'll keep the lo—"
"I think heard noises coming around," A voice said loudly coming from the outside of the room.
Everyone freezes.
"Fuck," Lester curse.
"We need to leave," Lupin hiss. "But we can't leave through fucking the door or else they'll see us,"
Basil held up his warhammer. "We could knock them out," He suggests.
"That could work."
"There's a vent right there," Drake said. "It also looks like it could let someone in." He points to the back of the room which had a giant vent with a gate that could let a human-sized thing in.
"Oh."
*Two Minutes Later*
"Come on, can't you go quicker?"
"How annoying, I'm trying," Drake shot back as he tries to unscrew the vent. When the final screw falls down onto the ground, Drake lifts the vent gate and lowers it down to Cyan, and crawls into the vent.
The vent gate was laid onto the ground and kick to the corner of the room by Basil making screeching noise.
"Why did you have to make so much noise," Lester said to Basila angrily.
"Sorry," Basil apologize.
Drake helps Cyan into the vent and then two help Lester into the vent. Lupin then helps Lester into the vent with Drake.
Lester and Lupins held out their hands for Basil to hold onto, to which Basil took. The two adventurers struggle to lift Basil up as they could hear people coming nearer to the room they were in.
"Come on, you fatass," Lester hiss.
"I'm not fat," Basil complains.
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"The noises should be coming here," Someone said.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Lupin curses.
With one final pull, Basil was pulled into the vent just as the door was open.
Once Basil was in the vent, everyone began crawling away from the room.
"See anything?" Someone asks.
"No," Someone else replied.
The adventurers didn't hear what else was said as the voices were becoming fainter and fainter the farther as the adventurers crawl away.
"That was lucky," Cyan mutters.
"It is lucky that you guys didn't get caught," Peter said. "However, you guys be quicker since they might be suspicious once they noticed the vent not having its gate."
"Got it," Lupin said.
Drake suddenly stop.
"What is it, Drake," Lester said. "Are we gonna keep moving because I don't wanna keep looking at Lupin's ass."
"Oh, Fuck you," Lupin said.
"I think we're above the security room," Drake said. "Also, from what I can see, the room is empty," He added.
"Well, what are you waiting for," Lupin said. "Let's go down."
In a room, a vent gate fell onto the floor as people in black clothes dropdown. However, they fell onto each other forming a body pile.
"Urgh..." Drake groan.
The adventurers got out of the pile and Lupin walks toward the large screen that shows feeds that show what was seen by the cameras.
Lupin puts his hand into his duffle bag and pulls out a chip to which he inserts into the security system as Peter had instructed.
"Good, I can now access the cameras," Peter said. "There seen to be fewer guards on the left side of the building than right for some reasons. Wait...Fuck."
"What is it?" Lester asks.
"There are cameras in the storage room," Peter said. "And there's no one in the room with you?"
"Yeah...Oh," Lupin said in realization.
"What is it?" Cyan asks.
"This room was a trap..." A voice came from behind them in the shadow.
The adventurers turn around pulling out their weapons.
Walking out of the shadow was a man that had no face was wearing the same suit as the other guards. The nails of the man then sharpen and grew as large as a person's hand.
The lower of the man's face ripped into a mouth full of sharp teeth. The mouth then shifts into a smile.
"...To get rid of the rats."
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