>>3832845
F E A R

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>>3832845
first for bringing back smiles ;_;

>>3832845
First for saving Renee

I can't believe Fuck Quest is dead, just like Alex.

FIRST FOR WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE

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My moffu is fu'd.

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We're about to fucking kill some people!

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December 18, 2011

In the well-appointed foyer of their home, David is there waiting for Vivian as she comes through the front door. She so doesn't expect it that she nearly bumps into him. She startles when finally she does see him.

"Euripides?" David says.

"Yes!" Vivian says, eyes lighting up. "Eumenides?"

David squats, knees cracking, to bring himself to eye level with his little girl. "How was Vail?"

"It was wonderful. Uncle Vasily taught me how to ski."

Through the door now walks Vasily himself, toting Vivian's bags for her. As he passes David, he smirks at him, a gesture David responds to with a hate-filled glower. Behind Vasily is his sister, who stands at the threshold with her arms folded, watching the happy reunion of father and daughter.

"However, I am glad to be back in a warmer clime," Vivian continues. "The frigid and rarefied air of the Rockies does not agree with my Pacific constitution."

"And I am glad you are back in a warmer clime," David says. From his coat pocket he produces a cherry cordial, and hands it over to her. Her eyes light up a second time. Intently focused on the candy, she unwraps the foil covering. Her thin little fingers are slow and exacting in this, as everything.

David uses the moment of her distraction to pull her into an enormous hug. He holds her so tight that she can hardly breathe. He nuzzles the top of her head with his scruffy beard.

"Father..." She says into his chest.

He pulls back now, holding her by both shoulders and looking her over, head to toe, as if inspecting a precious heirloom for damage.

"You worry too much," Vivian says. "I am fine. That maniac did not actually run us off the road."

"I love you, Vivian," David says. His voice is somewhat desperate, and almost sorrowful, so utterly uncharacteristic of him.

Vivian is shocked.Her mouth hangs open for a moment or two. "F-Father -- I... yes. Yes. I love you, too."

She hugs him of her own volition this time, and this one lingers. Neither wants to let the other go.

But there is always something practical to attend to, that gets in the way of these moments. "Go and catch up on your studies, now," David finally bids her. "Your tutor is waiting."

"Yes father."

>>3832864
Oh fuck, oh it's gonna be one of these again, isn't it?

>>3832864
In another timeline, a day earlier, David was crying over his daughter's broken body.

>>3832864
This is adorable

How long until it all goes down hill

>>3832864
David is a decent guy and a good dad.

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David stands, watching her go, as Mara fully enters the mansion and shuts the door behind her.

"You are a stupid ass--" Mara begins, but that's all she manages. David is on her. He suddenly looks like an escapee from the asylum: face flushed red, eyes bulging, sweat pearling on his brow. He hauls back and punches her in the teeth, a vicious, full-force blow that knocks her to the floor. He's never been a violent man, certainly no wifebeater, but this, he makes an exception. Then he's straddling her, and his hands are wrapped around her, and he's trying either to strangle her or snap her neck bone, whichever happens first.

David's murderous rage only escalates the longer this goes on. Because rather than allow her face to be shadowed by mortal fear, Mara instead only grins evilly back up at him -- even as she turns a shade of blue to contrast with David's red.

And indeed the only thing that saves Mara's life is Vasily's return from Vivian's room. He pulls a pistol out and presses it to David's temple. David knows he has a gun on him now and still he doesn't stop. What does stay this act of uxorcide, though, is what Vasily says to him: "I will go into the next room and shoot Vivian, also."

Like a piece of industrial machinery with its emergency stop triggered, David relinquishes his unmerciful grip on his wife's throat. He straightens his posture, still straddling her. He glares from one to the other, physically capable of finishing the job, and yet powerless all the same.

>>3832872
You. Stop that

>>3832881
The parallels are there and necessary.

>>3832879
So was this.

>>3832864
>>3832879
Can we give them the wall of pain

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"I will kill you both," David promises. "To involve Vivian in this -- to put her in harm's way --"

Vasily helps his sister to her feet. They stare down at him. Mara's neck is already badly bruised. "You will do no such thing," she sneers. "As long as Vivian lives, you will never be able to kill me. Because now you know what happens if you do."

David snarls. Literally, like a rabid dog.

"You have gotten too big for your britches, as the idiom goes," Vasily says. "You forget your place, David."

"I swear on my life--" David begins.

"Maybe instead of making idle threats, you should go and check on your mistress," Mara says.

David's heart palpitates in a convulsion of world-distorting terror. "You--!"

Mara laughs at him. "Oh, no need to worry, David. She is quite alive."

Vasily checks the time on his wristwatch. "As of this moment, she should currently be receiving kindly a visit from the police."

"Police?" David repeats.

"What an awful turn of events," Mara says with faux sadness in her voice. "Everyone always knew the whore you loved so much was envious of the wife you refused to leave... but to take it out on your only daughter -- to go so far as hiring a hitman to kill them? What an evil woman. She will spend the rest of her life in prison for that."

David, usually so cool, cannot hide his ragged breathing. He's having a panic attack.

"This is a cheap lesson," Vasily tells him. "You should honestly thank us. We could have done so much worse. We still might."

With twin smirks, they go, back towards Mara's room. David sits there in the foyer on his knees for a long time, shoulders slumped, head drooping, like a king who has returned from a long journey to find his kingdom burnt to ashes. That night he puts together his last will and testament.

SEASON 4 OP: https://vimeo.com/354421891
SEASON 4 OP (Creditless): https://vimeo.com/354421989

>>3832878
David is a pretty fucking shitty person, but I love how much more depth he has now in comparison to Season 1.

>>3832886
FUCK YOOOOOU MARA

>>3832879
>He hauls back and punches her in the teeth, a vicious, full-force blow that knocks her to the floor
Based David

>>3832879
Bringing David to kill Mara was a good idea and no matter what happens I will never regret making that suggestion because at least we tried.

>>3832886
>That night he puts together his last will and testament.

To the smartest girl in the universe.

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From the studio that brought you 'The Christmas Cake Redemption':

>>3832886
when we kill mara, we're going to do it slowly

>>3832894
Never stop. You're wonderful.

>>3832894
This fucking amazing.

>>3832895
Nah m8, we'll torture her, then let David have the final blow.

>>3832886
>David, usually so cool, cannot hide his ragged breathing. He's having a panic attack.
>"This is a cheap lesson," Vasily tells him. "You should honestly thank us. We could have done so much worse. We still might."
Killing Elon was necessary, if only for these two scenes to parallel each other. So good.

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For those of you who stayed in the prior thread past the ending, you saw a bonus scene involving Chloe. For those who stayed even longer, you may have seen me wondering whether to change it.

I have decided to do so, which is an unprecedented move.

Want to be clear here that this is a true retcon, and not meta-fictional toying with the audience, so please take this version of events you're about to see next as the true one. Thank you.

>>3832886
I wanna feel bad for him but I also don't

When this is all over (or earlier, if possible), I'd like to know what OP had in mind when he created Mara. What the hell made her this way?

>>3832895
Naw, John Wick that shit. The longer you let her live, no matter how painfully, that just gives her time to ruin your life.

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Whitney anxiously checks the clock on the wall. It's 10 PM, which means that the caravan should be getting close to the halfway point. She hasn't heard anything from them, but that's by design; radio silence until the deed is done. Vivian, under the restaurant's table, squeezes her hand.

It's been a while since they ate at Baumé. Not since Cerise woke up. It was Qiangxiang's suggestion. She's treating the entire board to dinner -- the ones who are here, anyway -- as a way, she says, of smoothing over the difficulties of their first board meeting. They're assembled at a long table in the restaurant's private dining hall.

"And congratulations," Qiangxiang says to Gal, "on your wife's political aspirations. What an excellent cost-saving measure to simply install one of your company's own in the capital, rather than buying your legislators from a third party vendor."

Cerise gives her a feigned smile.

"I want to apologize for my behavior earlier," she tells the assembled guests.

"Don't mention it," Armstrong says, in a way that tells her she literally shouldn't.

"No, I insist," Qiangxiang says. "I am too stern and brash when I am stressed -- and of course, beginning a new job is stressful."

"Well, a free dinner helps," Whitney says, raising her champagne glass. "Cheers and salud and shit. As long as we all know where we all stand."

"Indeed," Vivian agrees, also toasting, and the rest of the room follows suit. All except Qiangxiang.

>>3832892
Agreed

>>3832894
>The mission is a MILF
Kek

>>3832905
I trust you, OP.

>>3832905
I'm still terrified

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>>3832899
>>3832900
hey thanks

>>3832905
Ahh. I'm a bit disappointed honestly, but I guess this version of the events is less stressful overall and we're already going to be dealing with plenty of stress this episode.

>>3832905
Great to here, the alternate ending was much better

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She stands. "In my culture, it is customary to use gifts as a way of apologizing for slights. I assume this is a fairly universal cultural practice."

"Sure," Whitney says.

"You have a competitor here in the valley, correct? The Lightflower Corporation?"

Whitney shakes her head. "Oh, man. That Muskfucker. Don't get me started."

Qiangxiang holds up a palm. "Never you worry. As my gift to you, Whitney Darkbloom, I have taken care of it."

"Yeah? How?"

Qiangxiang whistles. Into the private dining room storms a team of men: and they're carrying, hogtied, mouth duct-taped, that guy who Whitney said not to get her started on. His face is beet red and sheened with sweat, and he's wild-eyed, and though he can't speak, he's obviously pleading for help. He writhes around in his bondage, looking from face to face of the board members. He's bleeding a bit from a wound in his head already.

Whitney jumps back from the table. "What the fuck--"

Cerise's jaw is slack; Gal is cowering into her breast. Armstrong is standing too, and Nelson, sitting beside him, has a hand clasped to his mouth. Vivian is oddly passive, and makes eye contact with Qiangxiang; the only signal of what she's feeling right now is her frown of disapproval.

The men dump their hostage onto the long table, right atop their plates and glasses and silverware and food, among clatters and thuds.

"Mmmmf mfff mfff mmmmf--"

Qiangxiang pulls a knife from her purse, and crawls up onto the table, hands and knees. She rips the duct tape from the man's mouth, and the sound of it alone is cringe-inducing. She sits down on his chest, peers down at his face.

"Whitney!" The hostage pleads. "What on Earth have you done--"

"Look at me," Qiangxiang says.

"Please let me go!" He's begging Whitney. "Don't do this-- you can't--"

"Look at me or I will be forced to put this knife into your neck," Qiangxiang says, as placidly as she might tell a waiter to refill her water.

He looks at her.

"Hold this, please. Thank you." Qiangxiang puts the dagger into the man's mouth, blade pointed down. With his hands and feet bound, and with her sitting atop him, he has no choice but to bite it and hold the flat of the blade between his teeth. It's just long enough to trigger his gag reflect intermittently.

"What the fuck are you doing--" Whitney begins, beginning to hyperventilate. But Qiangxiang shushes her with an upheld palm.

>>3832926
OH OKAY NEVERMIND, SO THIS IS STILL HAPPENING HUH

>>3832907
I asked that question of OP and his answer was essentially that there was no single event that made her as monstrous as she is. She is just a russian Mafia princess, raised to place no value on human life. That's the horror of it.

>>3832910
This feels... scarily familiar

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"I understand that you are working on a platform to rival Sand Reckoner," she tells the man. "Is that so? Nod or shake your head, please."

The man nods his head.

"That is over as of tonight," she tells him. "There are two companies in the world who are permitted to work with Sand Reckoner. Darkbloom Analytics, and Broad Dynamics. Lightflower is through. Go back to digging holes or making bottle rockets or whatever hobbies you occupy yourself with."

The rage in his eyes is plain.

"Speaking on behalf of Darkbloom Analytics," Armstrong says hastily, "I want to make clear that our CTO is acting on her own right now. We absolutely do not endorse--"

"Are we understood?" Qiangxiang asks her hostage. "Nod or shake your head."

The hostage refuses to respond.

Qiangxiang, frowning, puts a dainty forefinger against the end of the dagger's handle, and presses down, ever so slightly. The hostage gags particularly badly, and the entire knife almost disappears down his gullet.

"Are we understood?"

The man nods. Qiangxiang takes the knife out of his mouth and holds it threateningly. It's coated in his drool.

"I spared you because you are an interesting person of the world," Qiangxiang tells him. "For that and nothing more. Please do not make me regret that decision. I am vengeful when I regret things."

"I will--" he begins.

"You will do nothing," Qiangxiang tells him. "You will go home and be thankful you still live. I could have scuttled your yacht in the middle of the ocean with you and your pop star girlfriend aboard. I could have had your entire family killed. I could have told the world that..." She leans in close, and whispers in his ear, so only he can hear. His eyes go wider, if that's possible.

"How do you know that?" He says.

"Lightflower is through. Go home and be a family man now, Mr. Musk."

She dismounts him, and the armed men whose help Whitney and the rest of the board refused earlier in the day take the battered, terrified man away.

The dining room is awash in silence, save for Whitney's shallow breaths, and Gal's whimpering. Qiangxiang takes her glass of water and sips it.

"You may thank me later," she tells them all. Then, looking at the mess of smeared food and tipped dishware and scattered utensils all along the table where the hostage got dumped, she murmurs: "Oh dear. I've ruined dinner."

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>>3832939
>>3832926
>>3832910

>>3832939
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I'm fine with this too.

>>3832910
>>3832926
>>3832939
I do like this version better. Still psycho, still scary.

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EARLIER THAT DAY.

"You've been such a help, Rowan, really," Darkbloom says, shaking the hand of the gangly, bucktoothed, yellow-toothed man. They sit at a table at the back of the Rutabaga Cafe, eating paninis, sipping cokes, like this is all a typical working lunch. "Thank you agreeing to step in as interim CEO."

"Oh, the pleasure is all mine," he says airily. "I think Mara will be quite pleased to have the opportunity of buying back Darkbloom Analytics IP at bargain basement prices."

"As long as we get our cut!" Armstrong roars, laughing.

"Of course, of course," Rowan says. "Everybody wins."

"What about Broad Dynamics?" Nelson asks, playing the worrywart. "They won't be happy."

"They can be unhappy!" Rowan says. "With Diogenes and Sand Reckoner under our control, they won't have a leg to stand on. They'll be out in the cold with no recourse."

"Yes. When Americans, Brits, and Russians work together, we can do great things," Darkbloom says.

"Here's to that," Rowan replies with a halitosis-y laugh. He checks the time, then: "Excuse me. I have a flight to catch."

Darkbloom exchanges uneasy glances with Nelson and Armstrong. "Flight?" He says. "But you were going on and on about how excited you were to see the American countryside by vehicle!"

Rowan shakes his head. "Shame, that. Mara is antsy to be through with this business as soon as possible. Apparently they have already made great strides on Diogenes since she resigned... the road trip will have to wait for another day."

>>3832952
FUCK

>>3832926
>>3832939
E-Elon can still bounce back

>>3832952
... oh god fucking shit.

>>3832952
Shit

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"Of course," Darkbloom replies warmly. "What Mara wants, Mara gets..."

Rowan stands.

"You aren't flying out of SFO, are you?" Darkbloom says. "I can have my chauffeur take you if you are, but it's really such a dirty place. Even the first class lounges."

"Oh, no," Rowan says. "I would never dream of using such a horrible port of call. Worry not."

He doesn't elaborate any further -- just shakes their hands again and goes. They watch him exit through the front doors with a ding, step off the curb into his waiting black sedan with his driver, and depart.

"We are fucked," Armstrong shouts.

Darkbloom slowly taps his forehead with the flat of his fist, beyond frustrated, and scared. "If they are finishing Diogenes already..." he mutters. "Then... Renee..."

"This was our only shot," Nelson says, voicing what Darkbloom can't. "We can try to have them intercept him in Vail, but he could be flying out of any airport... and landing at any airport... and he'll definitely get there by air quicker than they could get there by car..."

"We are so monumentally, utterly fucked," Armstrong says. "Fuck!"

"Shut up, Steven," Darkbloom says, pulling out his walkie talkie. "I'm thinking."

"Oh! Thinking!" Armstrong says. "What are you gonna do, David? Gonna radio Alabaster Soliloquy? Gonna see if he can pull his wife's dick out of his ass long enough for a new plan to fall out?"

"I'm not calling Alabaster," Darkbloom says. He looks conflicted, though, and pauses for a moment before continuing: "I need to confer with someone who actually has some damned brains."

"Who's that?" Nelson asks, just as pissy as Armstrong. "No one here has brains. We're surrounded by morons and incompetents."

"Amber," David says. "I'm calling Amber Catachresis."

>>3832964
Hoooo shit.

>>3832939
I wonder what secrets OP knows about Elon Musk.

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>>3832952
>>3832962
Mm, I love it when a plan goes tits up.

>>3832964
Bringing back Darkbloom may have been my favorite decision in the series.

>>3832964
Maybe Amber should call her contact for help.

>>3832962
>"I'm not calling Alabaster," Darkbloom says. He looks conflicted, though, and pauses for a moment before continuing: "I need to confer with someone who actually has some damned brains."
Goddammit, they're stubbornness towards each other is gonna put everyone in danger

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When you get down to the car, Will is still honking his horn like an idiot.

"I heard you the first trillion times!" You howl. "Christ!"

Will, hands on the steering wheel, sticks the upper half of his body out of his rolled-down window and calls to you. "Yo! You've got a call!"

He nudges Spancer in the passenger-side seat. You approach the car as Spancer rolls the window down on his side, and hands you the walkie.

"What happened to opsec?" You grouse. "I thought we weren't gonna--"

"It is an urgent matter," Spancer tells you. "It requires your attention at once."

---

"I understand."

"And we have no time to--"

"Yes."

"No time to waste. We must find a way to keep eyes on him--"

"Yes. Yes."

"This will be our only opportunity to--"

"I -- fuck. Shut up already. I get it. Loud and clear."

You're on the walkie with David Darkbloom, a man physically incapable of shutting the fuck up. You roll your eyes at Will, and make a jacking-off motion in the air. He chuckles.

But you finally have the chance to get a word in edgewise. "Is Daddy still following this Rowan asshole?" You ask.

"...Whom?" Darkbloom responds, lost.

"I said is Ally still following Rowan."

"Alab-- yes. They're tailing him. As far as they know, the plan hasn't changed."

"Well Jesus, that's just peachy. He's following that prick right now? And doesn't even know the plan has changed? How about someone from the brain trust call him up, huh? Tell Daddy that he's on his way to the airport and not to Vail."

"...Tell whom?"

"Ally! God! Are you listening to me? And tell him to let me know what airport Rowan stops at. That's all I need."

"What is your plan of action?" Darkbloom asks.

[ ] Find a way to ground Rowan's plane at the last second and force him to drive.
[ ] Stow away on Rowan's flight.
[ ] Abduct Rowan and force him to bring you to Mara.
[ ] Write in?

>>3832990
>[x] Stow away on Rowan's flight.

>>3832990
>[x] Stow away on Rowan's flight.
If anyone knows how to stow away on a goddamn flight, it's the former(?) commie terrorist.

>>3832990
>[x] Find a way to ground Rowan's plane at the last second and force him to drive.
Gal, you're up.

>>3832990
>[x] Find a way to ground Rowan's plane at the last second and force him to drive.

HACK THE PLANE. OR THE AIRPORT.

>>3833001
THIS.

>>3832990
>[X] Stow away on Rowan's flight.

>>3832990
>[x] Find a way to ground Rowan's plane at the last second and force him to drive.
There will be no good ideas today, and I'm sure this is the first of them.

>>3832990
>Tell Daddy that he's on his way to the airport and not to Vail."
>"...Tell whom?"
>"Ally! God! Are you listening to me?
God she's so fuckin good.

Anyway, FUCK I hate this choice

>[x] Find a way to ground Rowan's plane at the last second and force him to drive.
Even if we successfully stow away on his flight, we're still going to get there long before the other party and I don't like that.

>[X] Ground Rowan's plane
I don't see how we make it to Vail with a full party any other way. Even if we stow away, we're either stowing like 10 people on a plane, plus an assortment of guns, or we're stowing a few people on board while the rest try to race the plane in a car? I want to make sure we get there with all our (wo)manpower in tact

>>3832990
>[ ] Stow away on Rowan's flight.
Even though this is dangerous, I just don't trust the other 2 choices.

>>3832990
>[x] Find a way to ground Rowan's plane at the last second and force him to drive.

>>3833008
what this guy said

>>3832990
>But you finally have the chance to get a word in edgewise. "Is Daddy still following this Rowan asshole?" You ask.
>"...Whom?" Darkbloom responds, lost.
>"I said is Ally still following Rowan."
Kek

>[ ] Find a way to ground Rowan's plane at the last second and force him to drive.
This shit happens all of the time, it'll attract the least suspicion

>>3832990
>[ ] Find a way to ground Rowan's plane at the last second and force him to drive.
A little terrorist threatening can go a long way. Besides, getting to Vail is the easy part. Finding Mara is the challenge.

>You grouse
She really is her brother's/daddy's sister/daughter.

>>3833008
>>3833015
Also very good points. Grounding the plane is the least suspicious and safest option.

>>3832990
>[ ] Stow away on Rowan's flight.
It’s the only option that doesn’t give anything away to Mara. Amber can handle her shit long enough for the strike squad to come in

>[x] Find a way to ground Rowan's plane at the last second and force him to drive.

Closing.

>>3833026
We're so fucked.

>>3833026
Phew.

Shit. We should have called Ken. He could shut down the airport with a drone.

>>3833026
Thank god. I thought Amber was gonna die alone on a plane or something

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>>3833023
She'd be handling shit alone for 17ish hours. That's a real long time to wait.

>>3833026
And here we go.

>>3833032
Or worse. Bring the implants she has on hand right into Mara.

>>3833031
Ken and Gal and Fazil working behind the scenes to save our asses!

>>3833034
I was so confused by this until I remembered that she brought the fucking implant along for God knows why. Good thing we didn't stow away then

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So while we wait around stressing, here's this art my friend drew for me that I posted in the last thread.

Remember what we're fighting for, lads.

in before stowing away was the first choice on the Save Both Alex & Renee route

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>>3833046
Protecting the smiles! Saving our cuties! Going back to the way things were, they way things are supposed to be!

... I found the airport Rowan is scheduled to land at.

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Eagle+County+Regional+Airport/@39.430761,-106.8950725,10z/data=!4m8!1m2!2m1!1sairports+near+vail!3m4!1s0x8741c0af58fb5911:0x8954a136d1d1d0db!8m2!3d39.6425637!4d-106.9145481

>>3833049
I don't even see how that could be possible without a lot of stretching

What are you doing to stave off the panic, /fq/?
Help me please, I need ideas and can't concentrate on anything.

>>3833099
I was gonna suggest drinking but I'm just doing it 'cause my main team lost today. My other team won, though, so it's just beer instead of liquor.

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You are Alabaster Soliloquy, sophisticated senpai and top of your class in the Navy SEALs.

"Where is this guy going?" Kay says, following several cars behind Rowan's on the highway. "He's headed in the complete opposite direction. This is bad."

Noelle, in the passenger seat, chews a mozzarella stick. Long strands of warm cheese dangle from her lips. "Could be lost. He looks like one of those boomers who doesn't know how to use GPS."

Kay glances at her. "How do you eat like that? Honestly. All those fried, over-processed foods... that stuff is bad for your health, you know."

"As bad as smoking is?" Noelle asks. "You smell like a chimney stack, Kay."

"Better than smelling like Alabaster's old jizz," she mutters.

"Yeah. You've got that going for you, too."

Next to you, in the back, Rose suspiciously eyes Lady who's curled up on the floor at her feet.

Noelle tries to crank the A/C, but Kay swats her hand away.

"What the hell!" Noelle says.

"I'm sorry you're going through menopause already, but the rest of us aren't having any hot flashes. Hands to yourself, all right?"

"Alabaster. Come in."

You startle at the sudden voice through the walkie talkie sitting beside you. Darkbloom.

Rose gives you a severe look. She likes this as little as you do, working with Darkbloom. You shrug at her, then pick the walkie up and press the button to speak. "I'm here. What is it?"

"Listen closely. The plan has changed."

"What?" You bark. "You motherfucker -- what the fuck did you--"

"I said to listen. Not to talk. Save your petulant whining for later."

---

You follow Rowan long enough to see him leave through an off-ramp whose reflective green sign directs drivers towards a regional airfield. Kay continues down the freeway, and hops off at the next exit, then doubles back, headed south -- on the route to Vail. "We can make good time to the second stop while they delay the plane," she says, glancing over her shoulder.

You radio back to Darkbloom with the details.

"Thank you, Alabaster. Continue on to changeover two."

"You don't need to micromanage us," you say. "We're already on our way."

"Good."

"How is Amber going to make sure the plane doesn't fly?" You demand.

"If I knew how that girl's mind worked, I would still have my own body right now. I trust her to get the job done." There's a long pause, and then Darkbloom adds: "Alabaster. When this is all said and done, I hope that--"

"Don't you fucking talk to me about what you hope," you say. You turn the walkie talkie off.

"Alabaster," Rose chides.

She's right. You turn the walkie talkie back on again. Darkbloom dropped whatever he was going to say to you anyway.

>>3833099
Harassing people as a rude goose

>>3833099
Just unlocked the new skin in Tetris 99, so now I'm in between things to do

>>3833105
Darkbloom out here setting records for how many death flags a single person can raise

>>3833105
>"If I knew how that girl's mind worked, I would still have my own body right now."
Oh that's funny.

>>3833069
I can think of a couple ways, like conspiring with the captives, MacGyvering up some surprises with that terrorist brain, etc.
I'm hoping not, of course.
>>3833120
Good thing he's not going to Vail now. Unless I missed something.

>>3833105
I love Noelle and Kay together

>>3833129
Aaaand somehow I'm only just now realising how much I want to see those two fuck.

>>3833106
Wait, that game is actually out now?

>>3833134
Came out just two days ago on Switch and Epic

>>3833134
As of yesterday! It's as much fun as it looks

>>3833135
I see. I'm shelling out for a physical copy of Link's Awakening (as it should be), but now can't decide on spending my fake money on that or River City Girls.

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"Hey toots."

"h-hi."

"I know we said not to call and all that but I super need a favor."

Wearing a hoodie, standing at a payphone, you glance back to the waiting car. Will is eating handful after handful of mixed nuts. What the fuck.

"where are you calling me from anyway"

You turn back towards the phone, hand gripping the grimy aluminum edge on one side. "Payphone. Crazy, huh? That these things still exist in the year of our Lord two thousand and nineteen."

"mm"

"My memory of back then is, let's say, hazy at best. But I thought... now correct me if I'm wrong, Gal. Did you own an ISIS site?"

"yes... i took some over... replaced their homepages with hardcore gay pornography... it's how you first found me"

"That is hilarious. Do you still own them?"

"no but it's not hard to get in. bad opsec."

"Yeah. Those Muzzie terrorists are dumb, huh."

"uh"

"That was very racially insensitive of me. Listen. I need you to publish a list. If you get what I'm saying. Put a bunch of airports and seaports on your list, and make sure you include this one in particular."

"no"

"What?"

"no that is a terrible idea"

"Now I know my memory isn't the best but I sure as shit don't remember you back-talking me. Cut that out."

"no it's a terrible idea no im sorry no"

"We're gonna lose Rowan, Gal. If you ever want to see that Renee broad again, we need to act now."

"i gathered. give me the airport."

You tell her. "What are you gonna do?" You ask.

"I will make sure his plane has technical difficulties," she says, voice as clear as crystal.

>>3833140
River City Girls is a bit too expensive for my tastes (and I'm not that big a fan of the genre anyway), but goddamn that soundtrack is so good.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGgI2amBLjo

Oh hey, this song is appropriate to the thread

>>3833146
Gal is currently in her element and I am happy.

>>3833146
>filename
Oh, you

>>3833146
>filename
Heh.

Go, Gal, go!

>>3833146
>Did you own an ISIS site?
>i took some over... replaced their homepages with hardcore gay pornography

We're gonna be okay lads.

>>3833146
>"My memory of back then is, let's say, hazy at best. But I thought... now correct me if I'm wrong, Gal. Did you own an ISIS site?"
>"yes... i took some over... replaced their homepages with hardcore gay pornography... it's how you first found me"
Heh

Also, I'm glad Gal could see through how absolutely retarded that plan was and had the balls to say so

>>3833146
>But I thought... now correct me if I'm wrong, Gal. Did you own an ISIS site?"
I can't believe you did this

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You hang up, and return to the Golf where Will is still munching. You try to open the back door, but it's locked, and Will is too busy eating to notice. You tap on his window, gesticulating at him. He rolls it down, mouth full, staring stupidly at you.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting snacktime?" You say.

He swallows. "It's my new diet."

"This ought to be good."

"Have you ever heard of GOMAD?" He asks.

You gawp at him. "What -- like going crazy?"

"Huh?"

"Like going mad?"

"GOMAD."

"Yeah, like going crazy?"

"You're not making any sense. It's called GOMAD."

"You're gonna drive ME mad if you don't--" you stop, massage your face. "Nevermind. Just tell me, then."

"It's a diet. It means 'gallon of milk a day.'"

"A gallon of milk?" You breathe. "Every day? You'd be shitting like a pissing racehorse. You especially."

"Well yeah. I can't do it because of my lacto intolerance."

"Lactose."

"Right, my lacto intolerance means I can't do it. So I invented something new. The GONAD diet."

"Sweet Jesus Christ in heaven, give me strength."

"You wanna know what's it stand for?" He doesn't wait before revealing it: "Gallon of nuts a day."

"Nuts are a solid, Will. You don't measure them by the gal-- oh my fucking GOD." You cut yourself short as Will produces from between his lap a gallon jug of what was formerly Arnold Palmer lemonade, but which is now filled with mixed nuts: peanuts, almonds, pistachios and cashews. Will unscrews the cap, upends the jug, and drinks them like water.

"Itff freally hardfff," he says through a mouthful of nuts, grimacing, and spewing crumbs everywhere. "Fffefe nutff maffe me firffty."

"You honestly amaze me. Not being sarcastic."

"Fankf"

"Unlock the fucking door, Will, before you choke to death. We need to get going."

>>3833190
Will's fucking great

>>3833190
>nuts are a solid will
god help me i'm dying

>>3833190
my fucking sides

>>3833190
oh fucking god

>>3833190
Okay, this gay boy is starting to grow on me. That's fucking hilarious.

>>3833190
Everything about this.

Just. Everything.

>>3833190
This man is exactly the genius we need to execute Operation Jigglypuff

>>3833190
I said it before and I'll continue to say it, this was a good decision.

>>3833190
Can we keep this guy around?
Can we put him and Whitney in the same room?

>>3833208
Imagine the instant Whitney first mentions fucking Alabaster.

>>3833190
Whitney 2.0 does not disappoint

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Sitting on the hood of the car, you watch through binoculars. Spancer watches from beside you, standing guard or some shit, eyes as always shielded by sunglasses. Supposedly this guy was black ops in the military at some point, but you have your doubts. Your running theory is he's a secret government cyborg.

You have a clear view of Rowan's sedan parked at the edge of the tarmac near the private plane that sits ready and waiting. Rowan, figure tiny at this remove even when magnified 50x, is pacing back and forth, rubbing the back of his head, having an animated phone conversation with someone.

He turns and barks something at a pilot, who shrugs and says something back. They get into a quick back-and-forth. Bored, you fill in their conversation:

"No sir, sorry sir, but this bitch ain't gonna fly today."

"Oi! Ya yank bastard, you listen 'ere! The governess ain't gonna be 'avin no delays!"

"I'm sorry your highness, forgive my lowly American impudence, but we cannot fly."

"Cor blimey yer a bloody rotten bastard! I oughta 'ave yer 'ead!"

"What are you talking about?" Will asks.

You lower your binoculars. "I think my favorite lesbian hacker did her job."

"Who's your second favorite lesbian hacker?" Will asks.

"Is that--" you're not sure whether he's ribbing you or being sincere. You decide to drop it. You look back through the binoculars in time to see Rowan finishing his phone call, hanging up dejectedly, and stepping back into his sedan. The driver pulls the car through a 180 and exits the airfield. Looks like it's time for some over-the-road trucking.

>>3833224
Good shit, Gal!

>>3833224
God. Every new development just makes me more stressed, even supposedly good news like this

>>3833224
Amber is fucking great

>Your running theory is he's a secret government cyborg
Heh

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Noelle may not have gotten her hands on the A/C but she has managed to seize control of the aux cable.

"Real human being~" she croons along with the music, "And a real hero~"

"I hate this fucking song," Kay grumbles.

"What?" Noelle says. "It's aesthetic."

"It's shit."

"I can put the Cowboy Bebop OST on again, if you'd rather. Bad Dog No Biscuits?"

Lady perks his head up.

"Not you," Noelle tells him. He settles back in again and sighs.

"Do you listen to anything other than anime and vaporwave?" Kay asks.

"This isn't vaporwave!" Noelle says. "Wow. And Cowboy Bebop isn't just any anime soundtrack, either. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, do you."

Noelle and Kay keep bickering, but it's the kind of gentle bickering that develops between fast friends.

"I can't believe you actually hired a fascist to be our bodyguard," Rose whispers to you.

"What? Noelle?"

"Yes."

"Rose... you can't just call everyone you don't like a fascist."

"She's literally a fascist--"

"Okay. I'm checking out of this conversation."

"She's--"

"No. I'm out. Goodbye."

Noelle glancing up in the rearview, smiles at you. "Your wife is such a dildo."

"Excuse me?" Rose sputters.

"You heard us talking, huh?" You ask Noelle.

"Of course. You two wouldn't be able to hide a conversation from Helen Keller."

"I guess you're used to spying on people," Rose sneers.

"Oh, and you aren't?" Kay chimes in. She grins at Noelle. "Did I ever tell you about the tracking app Rose bugged Alabaster with? Psychotic bitch."

Noelle laughs. "Oh shit. No. Tell me more."

"Pinned and pegged, 24/7," Kay laughs. "Stalked him right into my apartment one day..."

You gaze in frustration up at the ceiling. You definitely prefer their bickering over their teaming up.

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>>3833296
>"Pinned and pegged, 24/7,"

o fuck my sides

>>3833296
>You definitely prefer their bickering over their teaming up.
But we haven't even gotten to the fun kind of team-up yet!

>>3833296
mega kek

>>3833296
I want to listen to fusion, jazz, and city pop with Noelle!

>>3833296
Loving this couple of Christmas cakes

>>3833296
I love this still waiting for the pin to drop

>>3833296
If they make it out, Kay might have another Pulitzer with a tell all co-written with Noelle.

>>3833296
Noelle and Kay spinoff when?

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When you make it to the stopover point to refuel and recharge the Volt, Noelle volunteers to go get some food at the McDonald's attached to the gas station. You and Rose both, at the same time, ask for a Filet O Fish. Abashed, you each glance away from the other.

"Yuch. Gonna be some makeout session," Noelle says. "Anything else, fishbreaths?"

"Medium fries," you both say. ...Goddamn it.

Noelle laughs. Then: "How about it, papergirl?"

"Nothing for me, pig, thanks," Kay tells her.

"Your funeral."

Kay furrows her brow. Then: "Hey, but since you're going -- take Lady for a walk too."

"No fucking w--" she begins, but seizing the opportunity to get even just a little for all the ribbing, you open the door. Lady -- having heard his name in conjunction with "walk" -- bounds out towards Noelle. She grimaces, stepping back and shielding herself, but can't fend the beast off. He nearly tackles her before she manages to get his leash in hand and lead him away.

Maybe it's Noelle who gets the last laugh, though -- on Kay. She tethers Lady to a pole outside the McDonald's rather than walking him. And Lady, shivering, looking anxious, squats -- then drops some watery turds right there on the sidewalk in full view of the disgusted patrons passing by.

Kay gets out and starts to fuel the car. Alone-ish with Rose for the moment, you nudge her.

"It's going to be okay," you tell her. But your tone has a lilt to it -- as if you're asking rather than telling.

"Yes," she says.

"Yes..." you agree.

You kiss her.

It would be a sweet moment, if not for the sudden growl Rose's tummy makes.

"Uh," she says.

"Nevermind."

[ ] Stay out here with Rose and Kay.
[ ] Go inside with Noelle.

>>3833318
[x] Go inside with Noelle.

>>3833318
>[x] Stay out here with Rose and Kay.

Y-you hear that guys? It's going to be okay.

>>3833318
>[ ] Go inside with Noelle.

>>3833318
>[x] Go inside with Noelle.
Kininarimasu.

>>3833318
>[x] Go inside with Noelle.

>>3833318
>[X] Go inside with Noelle.

>>3833318
>[x] Go inside with Noelle.

[x] Go inside with Noelle, but bring Kay.

>>3833318
>[ ] Stay out here with Rose and Kay.
Let's be honest, pretty soon the inside of the car is going to smell like a fish market anyway.

>>3833318
>[ ] Go inside with Noelle.
>>3833333
Witnessed.

>>3833333
Ayy, Renee a best btw

>>3833296
Fucking gold

>>3833318
>[ ] Stay out here with Rose and Kay.

>[X] Go inside with Noelle.

Please wait warmly.

>>3833318
>[X] Go inside Noelle.

>>3833360
>not spending our potential last day on earth with our loving wife

I'm disappointed in all of you.

>>3833360
I almost can't believe our last fling is in a McDonald's bathroom with a former FBI agent.

>>3833364
>forgetting that she's the only one guaranteed to survive this

I'm more disappointed in you.

>>3833367
>metagaming this hard
Shaking my head, to be honest onii-fampai.

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>>3833360
>in a McDonalds
Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew.

>>3832939
Chloe is my wife.

>>3833374
You can have her, Anon. Just be sure to get married and settle down far, far away from me.

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>>3833026
>Hack it

>>3833362
Based

>>3833120
Better Darkbloom set the deathflags because he can die and come back again.

>>3833374
don't worry anon. when she violently murders you ill avenge you

>>3833374
How do you feel about your wife sucking her uncles cock?

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>>3833435
Don't be so mean, my wife is a victim of child abuse, I love her no matter how many uncle cocks she sucks!

>>3833458
Like, even if she sucks a dozen?

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>>3833465
no amount of dick sucking, taint licking, ass sniffing would make me love my wife less.

>>3833468
What if she did it with Stackleford

/fq/-tachi, please, I just ate.

>>3833507
DROPPED

Just imagine, OP has been writting frantically for the past 1 and a half hours Noelles last sex scene.

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>>3833580
St-stop.

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https://pastebin.com/DRDKsF0y

>>3833618
Here we go.

>>3833618
Press F to pay respects

>>3833618
It's time

>>3832886
>>3833618
F for the food

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The only illumination on the lonely desert road comes from the hi-beams of Will's Golf. Save for the few dozen yards or so of asphalt these lights reveal, the rest of the landscape is nothing but a shadowy inkblot whirring by.

Will himself snores softly in the back. Beside him, awake and alert as a hawk, sits Darkbloom -- who met up with you back in Barstow as promised. He's gazing at the Milky Way, lost in contemplation.

You sit up front beside Spancer.

"Why do you fuck?" Spancer asks you.

"...Huh?"

"Why do you fuck?"

You goggle at him. "Why do I... what? What the fuck kind of question is that?" You prop your cheek on one fist and gaze out the window at the nothing to your south. "God do you creep me out. Big time."

Darkbloom tears his eyes away from the sky. "Have I missed something?" He asks.

Spancer drops the line of questioning.

But, hell, maybe it's a good question after all. Why do you fuck? Well, you suppose, the obvious answer: because it feels good. And why do you go on a dangerous mission across state lines, to rescue people you hardly know, from an evil Russian bitch who wants to rule the world or some shit?

Well, you suppose, the obvious answer... it feels good.

Up ahead, dimly, you see the outline of Rowan's sedan. It pulls off the road towards a rest stop; Spancer, humanly incapable of fatigue, continues on.

At a gas station much further along the route, you steal someone's license plates and swap them with the already fake ones you had put on Will's in advance of this trip. If Rowan or his driver see a car with California plates behind them the whole way, it might flag his suspicions. Darkbloom makes some disapproving comments at this act of petty theft and fraud, but you give him the finger. Then, all together, you get back on the highway.

Darkbloom radios to the other group Rowan's whereabouts. Daddy and his fuckmobile will bring up the rear, and resume following Rowan whenever his car sets out on the next leg of the journey. But yours will be the one behind him when at last you cross the finish line.

Vail awaits.

>>3833618
I can hear the TROMP TROMP TROMP of little jackboots already.

>>3833661
>"Why do you fuck?"
He said it!

>>3833661
Oh god, we ARE getting the speech.

Rest in fucking piece, Spancer ;_;7

>>3833661
>But yours will be the one behind him when at last you cross the finish line.
Alright, I like this plan of attack

>>3833661
Yeah, we're gonna die.

We're really getting death flags for every single goddamn character, aren't we?

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>>3833661

>>3833679
What is /our/ death flag

>>3833683
Last time that happened, only two people died. But they got better!

>>3833683
Rose and Ally are safe is we take the final scene of season 3 into account.

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>>3833708
Physically, maybe.

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"Alabaster. Come in."

"Boy, everyone wants you to come in today, huh?" Kay says.

You frown at her. Picking up the walkie talkie, you respond to Darkbloom: "I'm here."

"And so are we," Darkbloom replies. "Rowan has arrived. We have the coordinates of Mara's compound." He tells them to you, and Noelle diligently writes them down.

"What do you see?" You ask him.

"From the outside it appears to be a server farm. It's gated off, though, and well-manned. Rowan turned down a private access road, so we couldn't follow him without alerting him... but Amber scouted it out on foot. She says the compound is quite impenetrable."

You hear Amber in the background. "That's not what I said. I said it's closed off tighter than Mara's cunt."

"She doesn't think we can sneak in," Darkbloom says.

"Tell him that. Tell him that thing I said," Amber pipes up in the background.

"Will you be quiet?" You hear Darkbloom hiss at her.

"Tell him, though--"

"We need to make a decision," Darkbloom says. "We can try to brute force our way in or prod for an opening."

"What kind of opening are we prodding for?" You say. "If it's as impregnable as you say--"

"Impenetrable. I said impenetrable--"

"That's not what I said," comes Amber's voice.

"If it's so impregnable, then what are we going to do?" You demand.

"There are some cabins just up the highway from here. There's nothing else for miles around, so I think perhaps they belong to the people in Mara's employ. We could rendezvous there and try to find a weak link."

"Pros and cons?" Noelle asks.

"Hello Agent Keki," Darkbloom says wryly. "Pros and cons... well, if successful, we can potentially reach Mara's inner sanctum before she knows it. If unsuccessful... we can potentially end up on the outside of a locked-down facility that's as impenetrable as a medieval fortress... with armed men coming after us all."

"Okay, and the other option?" Noelle continues.

"Violence. We get in touch with the security firm I recommended -- mercenaries, you know. Wait an hour or two for their helicopters to show up... from there it becomes all-out assault. Follow behind them and hope no one we love gets caught in the crossfire..."

[ ] Guns a-blazin'. Kill All Russians.
[ ] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.

>>3833748
[x] Guns a-blazin'. Kill All Russians.

>>3833748
>[x] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.

>>3833748
>[X] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.
You will not find an anon more Kill All Russians than I, but there's no way that ends without all our loved ones dying

>>3833748
>[x] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.

>>3833748
GOD THIS IS SO FUCKING STRESSFUL

>[x] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.
>[x] Have the armed forces hiding on standby in a nearby area for when shit inevitably goes south

>>3833748
>[x] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.

>>3833748
>[ ] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.
I still think if makes sense to have the mercs on standby, because let's be real here we're not getting out quietly.

>>3833748
>[ ] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.
You'd have to be incredibly retarded to think that Mara hasn't got this place secured and to think that only 10 random people can just invade it, especially with hostages. Stealth has the risk of leading to violence but that's better than running right into it

>>3833748
[X] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.

[X] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.

Alabaster do you remember the basics of CQC?

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>>3833748
>[x] Guns a-blazin'. Kill All Russians.
As much as I desperately want to invoke Alabaster's inner Solid Snake, I just dont see a way we can pull it off with such a large group

>>3833799
Our group isn't that big and we don't need to send everybody. On the flip side our group is way to small to reasonable take on dozens of armed soldiers

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>>3833748
>[ ] Guns a-blazin'. Kill All Russians.

Remember, no Russian

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>[x] Stealth. Find a way in all sneaky like.

Finally, the two groups are one; your Volt and that weirdo Will's Golf are parked together atop a hill overlooking a small cluster of cabins in the woods. The autumnal foliage gives it all a quaint sort of picturesque quality -- it would be perfect scenery for a cheap oil painting in a doctor's office.

"Daddy~" Amber says, hugging you.

You try push her away, but weakly, and she clings on with a hungry tenacity. "I told you to cut it out with that shit," you say.

"Yeah, sorry, but I'm just super jazzed that we all made it here in one piece."

Rose laughs. She nudges you. "This is rich. You're the big bad Camelia's daddy now?" She casts a glance in Amber's direction. Still laughing, she adds: "I guess that makes me your Mommy now, too? Haha."

"Yeah, I guess so," Amber replies, still hugging you, one side of her face pressed to your chest.

Rose blinks rapidly, confused and taken aback by Amber's unquestioning acceptance of that jokey premise.

"I don't get it," Will says, "he's like barely a few years older than you. How can you see him as, like--"

"Shut it," Amber barks. She's still hugging you.

Spancer points. "Target sighted."

Darkbloom, thankful it seems to have an excuse to stop listening in on this lurid conversation, raises binoculars to his eyes. He huffs. "Of course," he mutters.

"What is it?" Kay asks.

"Lev Kerimov," Darkbloom says. "He's a programmer who used to work for me before I fired him. He's of some relation to Mara... second cousin, I think."

Kay, gazing upward and thinking for a moment, finally replies: "No... second cousin, twice removed, to be precise."

Darkbloom looks askance at her. "Really? You can recall her family tree that precisely?"

"Sure. I've only been elbow deep in your dirty business for the better part of two years, David. I've got a pretty good mental map of it all."

He seems sincerely impressed. He turns and resumes his lookout. "Lev is surely working closely with Mara on this project. He's competent in technical matters, but an utter buffoon besides... he could be our pathway in."

"All right," you say. "What do we do next?"

"Let's go knock on his door."

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>>3833807
Fuck it.
HE BURNS.

>>3833807
>No... second cousin, twice removed, to be precise.
How can you curse such a sacred phrase like this OP?

>>3833803
We would've had Darkbloom's mercs causing chaos for us, as well as the potential party that Tyrus might show up with, but alas, the die has been cast. This is fine too

>>3833807
Amber is in top form this episode. Then again everyone seems to be hitting their notes.

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>>3833807
I can't wait to destroy him

>>3833807
>”Let's go knock on his door."

https://youtube.com/watch?v=-TjDgcqa_H0

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so we knock on the fat programmers door while his railing alex and then ally goes berserk and kills the guy?

>>3833828
We kill him no matter what we find. Salt the earth. Let the vultures have what's left of him.

>>3833807
>second cousin, twice removed
They may be too strong for us

>>3833816
There's no way he could get enough people here without making Mara aware of what's going on. We'd need a small army to break into that heavily guarded base where they would have every advantage. And even if we could get said army, what would we do about the hostages, it would take a miracle to get even close. And praying for Tyrus to come and help us even though h wants to kill us would be just plain dumb and unrealistic

>>3833843
Mmh

>>3833843
Why the heck don't we have a private army?! We are the biggest most important company on earth.

Why aren't we working together with the US military exchanging a US monopoly of sand reckoner tech for help against these fucking russians and CHinese

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Darkbloom literally knocks on his door. You, Rose, Noelle, and Amber huddle just out of view; Kay, Spancer and Will are back by the cars, waiting, should anything go wrong.

From inside the cabin you can discern the shuffling of heavy feet, then the unlatching of deadbolts and sturdy locks.

"Dalton?" Lev says when at last the door is open. "I did not know that Mara had sent for you so soon."

"She didn't tell you?" Darkbloom says, feigning surprise. "Well, that's disappointing. You should have already been apprised -- there is a lot to discuss. We've hit a snag with the activation of Sand Reckoner. Your assistance is required to fix it."

"Of course." He steps back and lets Darkbloom inside.

The door shuts. You can hear only faintly then their voices, nothing intelligible -- but whatever smooth diversions Darkbloom works on the man, it's enough to get him to forget to relatch all the locks.

You, Rose, and Amber sneak in. Noelle remains outside, to scope for threats.

You scurry through the foyer with your girls, past the doorway facing the living room, where Lev and Darkbloom sit on recliners before a cozy fireplace. He doesn't notice you passing by, but you sure do notice him. Lev is unbelievably obese, and clad in only a tanktop and sweatpants, and his hairy chest and arms look more like they belong to an ape than a man.

It stinks like wet feet in this cabin, and the kitchen you find yourself in is piled high with old cartons of takeout and moldy dinner plates. Flies buzz all around. Amber and her new Mommy both plug their noses in disgust.

Darkbloom is prattling on, keeping Lev rooted in place with technobabble. You hear them through the thin walls.

"What level of access do you have to Darkbloom Analytics internal systems?"

"None at all!" Lev says. "You should know that, Dalton. This is why we are booting Whitney Darkbloom from the board, to then sell back the things we need to Mara."

"I'm just so concerned," Darkbloom presses. "This awful woman Whitney hired to be CIO... she has the entire Sand Reckoner platform on lock. Encrypted and fragmented... I fear that even once we get our hands on it again, it will be useless for our purposes."

"Anna Soliloquy!" Lev laughs. You wince to even hear her name in that piggish asshole's mouth. "Is it true that she is the Galatea who set this entire crazy last couple years into motion?"

"Yes she is."

"Haha! I saw her on television, you know. This is no problem. She would be easy enough to break. I would happily take a rubber hose to her myself, for the encryption keys... and maybe a hose of a different kind... if you know what I am saying."

You're headed for the doorway to the living room before you realize it. It's Rose who, grabbing your shoulder, stays you. She silently shakes her head at you.

>>3833879
Kill.

>>3833879
So when are we stealing the life of Mr Steal Your Girl?

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Amber points at a staircase leading from the dining room up to the second floor. You and Rose follow her, treading lightly.

Lev's room is small but densely packed -- with soiled laundry scattered all around, nerd paraphernalia like Star Trek figurines and unopened Funko Pops littering the desktops and dresser drawer-tops; and a giant waterbed taking up most of the floorspace.

Rose roots through the drawers of his nightstand. Finding nothing useful, she moves on to the dresser, while Amber scouts out his closet. You're not sure what you're all looking for, honestly; but if you find something worthwhile, you'll all know it.

While they scour the room, you notice, sitting in the corner, a camcorder mounted on a tripod. Curious, you go over to it and turn it on, and begin to scan through its memory.

"There we go," Rose says, pulling a lanyard from a pegboard on the wall. "This looks like a security badge. They must have doors you can scan into."

But you're hardly paying attention. Instead you're watching the video on the camcorder's tiny screen. Sick revulsion courses through you, a dark and murderous rage you've only rarely felt, as you witness what the video shows you. Why does he... why does he look so happy...?

"Alabaster...?" Rose says. "Alabaster? What's wrong?"

>>3833890
KILL
BURN
MAIM
KILL
BURN
MAIM
KILL
BURN
MAIM
DON'T LET HIM SURVIVE

>>3833890
NOW HE'S LOST IT

HE KNOWS HE CAN KILL

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That's it for tonight. Please come back Sunday at 9 PM EST for the conclusion.

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>>3833890
I HATE IT

>>3833899
NO
DON'T LEAVE US HERE
I CAN'T SLEEP WITH THIS RAGE AND DESPAIR

Now? Of all times?

The time is:

04:21 AM

FUCK

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>>3833890
cyka

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>>3833899
FUCK

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>>3833908
>>3833915
>>3833913

Okay, one more update, then bed.

>>3833879
It sounds bad but I want to remove Lev more for his hygiene habits than anything else.

>>3833921
I LOVE YOU OP

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>>3833921

>>3833921
IT'S GONNA BE WOOOOORSE

OOOH GOD IT'S GONNA BE AWFUUUULLL

>>3833879
>>3833890
This fucker needs to die but not now. We can't afford to be rash about this

>>3833929
I'm going to turn him into fucking red paste and serve him as pizza to Mara.

>>3833931
Please do not ruin my pizza.

>>3833921
You're a hero

>>3833922
I mean, if you think about it, his main offenses have been being an overweight nerd and having the same taste in partners as Alabaster... which I bet describes a substantial portion of the people who read FQ.

Well, all that and being involved with Mara, but that's not really why I want to grind his face into the ground

>>3833934
Trackman, were you Mara all along?!

>>3833939
Fucking god no, holy shit

>>3833890
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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You're thudding down the stairs like an elephant, gun in hand, while Rose and Amber impotently follow in an attempt to stop you. Then you're through the kitchen, straight into the living room, and Lev and Darkbloom alike are staring up in surprise at you.

You point your gun at Lev. He holds both his hands up, petrified. "Wh-- M-Mr. Soliloquy--?"

"Alabaster!" Rose shouts, stomping her foot, almost crying in frustration. "Goddamn it! Goddamn it, Alabaster! What are you doing!"

"Where are they?" You demand.

"I do not know--" Lev begins to lie.

"Where are Alex and Renee!" You roar. You point at him, repeatedly, wildly, with your gun. "Where are they! Tell me right now, motherfucker!"

Darkbloom is rubbing his forehead with the heel of his palm, utterly at a loss for words, but clearly angered.

"Th-they are working at the moment... debugging the final pieces of Diogenes. Please -- please do not shoot --"

You shoot him. Right in one of his fat, crusty feet. Blood and bone fragments spray everywhere. He bowls over, falling to the floor with a thud, clutching his wound, howling in agony. The pistol's report rings in your ears. Noelle, hearing it, rushes into the cabin with her own gun drawn. "Oh my god," she says, when she sees what she's walking into.

"Jesus Christ!" Darkbloom shouts. "You stupid, irrational, rash, unaccountable--"

"Owww-- owww--!" Lev repeats over and again, then a string of Russian obscenity, as he rocks back and forth like a giant infant. Darkbloom is on his feet, pacing back and forth, so mad he can't produce enough synonyms and insults to lob at you.

You squat and look Lev square in his beady eyes. You get your gun up under his chin. "We'll get you patched up. Lev. Lev. Lev!" You hit him with the butt of your pistol to put a lid on his melodramatic wailing. He gets the message. "We're going to patch up that bullet wound. And then after that, you're going to take Dalton here into your little server farm. You'll get Alex and Renee from where they're working, and bring them back here for me. And after that, you'll help Dalton kill Mara."

"I... I..." Lev snivels.

"If you fail to do any of this," you sneer, "I will slowly -- oh so fucking slowly peel the flesh off your bones. If you want even a 1% chance of living out the rest of your life in an un-degloved state, you'll do exactly what I fucking tell you to do. Are you listening to me?"

"Y-yes," he says, cowering from your gun.

"Do you have a first aid kit?"

"The bathroom," he says.

You nod at Noelle, and she goes to get it.

You stand tall again and peer down at this fat, pathetic fucking turd whose hopes you've pinned everything onto. Darkbloom begins to say something to you, but stops, finally and ultimately speechless at what you've done to the plan.

"Can I just say?" Amber asks, sidling up to you. "I'm really fucking wet right now."

>>3833978
FUCK IT GOT WORSE

>>3833978
RUINED

SOILED IT

SOILED IT

>>3833978
It's a start.

>>3833980
So you say, but this feels cathartic. And not to mention this little gem more than makes up for it:

>"Can I just say?" Amber asks, sidling up to you. "I'm really fucking wet right now."

>>3833978
About as canon as Chloe cutting Elon's throat and blowing up Grimes last episode.

>>3833978
Goddammit Alabaster

>"Can I just say?" Amber asks, sidling up to you. "I'm really fucking wet right now."
Goddammit Amber

>>3833984
I had forgotten Elon Musk was dating Grimes and just assumed that his "pop star girlfriend" was a Fuck Quest thing, lol

>>3833981
The only thing more ruined and soiled than the plan is Amber's panties

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>>3833978
Everything about this episode right now.
Cheers OP, thanks for the cartharsis.

>>3833936
Any man who willingly invites others into his home with MOLDY DINNER PLATES on display, risks his life.

>>3833993
What do you think they smell like haha. Do you think she would be embarrassed if you sniffed them as a joke

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I can't believe Alex is tarnished by big lev cock.

First Chloe, now Alex?! Also wouldn't Chloe want to help us since Alex is in a similar position like she was when her uncle was mating pressing her?

>>3833978
I have been waiting for Ally to go full nuclear and I wasn't disappointed.

Completely off topic but at some point Ally should call for his "mom" on the DA intercom just to see how Scarlett and Charlotte react.

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Hey OP, this probably isn't the best time to be asking, but I'm curious regarding this line from last episode.

>He doesn't return until much, much later that night, dropped back off at his cell by Lev himself. And he won't speak when he does get back, although after Lev is gone, he passes the sleepless Renee three packs of cigarettes plus a lighter before lying down.

Was this a direct callback to pic related from Season 2?

>>3834083
How would she know that? She also comes of as a total edgelord with little human compassion.

I'd like us to take a minute to appreciate that we're storming Mara's base on episode 5. This is some end of season shit but we're not even halfway done

>>3834475
oh shit nice catch

>>3834783
I love the pacing of this season. Feels like season 2 on crack. Having said that, I’m wondering whether we’ll get true resolution or not. Will we kill Mara? If she does so early in the season, where does the story go? I guess Chloe is an okay final boss but Mara always seemed to be the big bad of the series.