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Aboard Mephistopheles
We’d been driving for a bit before we started swapping seats around. It was going to be a longer drive after all. Don Quixote and Faust had swapped, as had Meursault and Heathcliff. Hong Lu had come to the front of the bus to talk with Gregor and I.
Hong Lu: Not at all?
Gregor: Nope. Swore to an old friend of mine I’d never tell.
Dante: <Not even to me?>
Gregor: Not even to you, Manager Bud.
Vergilius suddenly stood up and cleared his throat.
Vergilius: Hong Lu, Don Quixote, please be seated.
The two Sinners in question returned to their seats next to each other, after a brief "argument" over who should be seated first. When they were finished, Vergilius began talking.
Vergilius: Due to recent discoveries, our current directive has changed, as I'm sure you can tell. We’ll be driving through the Nest of the former H Corp.
As if on instinct, some of the Sinners looked around, looking to see who reacted. After they were satisfied, they looked back towards Vergilius.
Vergilius: … We have been informed of a group of people holding Limbus Company personnel hostage inside of a seemingly functional L Corp. branch, which we are also to retrieve the Golden Bough from. After that, we will return to the W Corp. Station and make the intended trip to P Corp.’s Nest.
[Sinner #3] Don Quixote: Must we return on such a transport?
Vergilius: Yes. We will have first class seating again, if that’s a concern.
Don Quixote slumped back in her seat satisfied, and Hong Lu patted her on the back sympathetically. Vergilius went to continue speaking, but as he did, the bus began to slow down.
Vergilius: Hm? Charon, what’s wrong?
[Driver] Charon: Charon must pull over.
Vergilius: What are you-
Vergilius looked out of the windshield, noticing a light in the distance, staring at it for a short time. As the bus began to pull over, he broke out of his daze, walked into the main section of the bus, and closed a shutter we didn’t know existed.
Outis: Is something wrong?
Vergilius: We’re being attacked. They’ve found us.
Ishmael: WHO’S found us?!
Vergilius: A group that’s set up camp in this Nest has been tracking us for a while, since our encounter with N Corp..
Dante: <But why? What could they possibly want from us->
But as I began asking that question, footsteps were heard.
???: Clear the girl off.
Vergilius: No… Not these bastards…
???: She’s off!
???: Plant the thermite!
The sound of something burning through the metal screen filled our hearts with fear. Vergilius grabbed me and retreated to the back of the bus, as the Sinners took up arms.
???: CLEAR!