Now, the group stood on the island's wharf. Anthony had departed to deal with the satellite, and Lexi was nowhere to be found.
OOC: Blah blah...
"What are we waiting for," shrugged Emily, "Let's go commit assisted suicide."
OOC: I was planning on doing it in a very particular way as a part of the subplot. As that will no longer occur, no, I don't need to kill her anymore.
"What else would you call walking through the Project's front door?"
"Yeah, yeah," Kuroi whispered, "You forgot the fact that we're in their main base, on possibly the most patrolled area. To summarize, we're all freaking screwed, so let's get on with being screwed."
OOC: Then click.
The girls followed. "I guarantee that something bad is going to happen in the next two minutes," Kuroi whispered to Emily.
The two girls spotted Atlas blocking their path. Reluctantly, Emily handed P500 to Kuroi before they approached him. "Move it, Atlas. We're going in and ending you. You can't stop us."
"And that," Ozias suddenly appeared with the 'others', "my dear fellow, is where you are, rather embarrassingly, incorrect! I'd give him ten seconds at max."
"P1000 says you're wrong," Emily smirked.
"Gambling is a bad thing."