Around talking mook a purple bubble appeared, a personal shield. Puddles scrunched her nose from the stench of burnt ozone caused by the shield. The talking mook drew a large caliber pistol from her waistline. Mook to the left took a hit from a vape inhaler, the effect obvious as he roared and charged her, popping razorclaws and elbowblades.
Ducking underneath the vapehead’s drug-fueled rage swipes, Puddles cracked her frying pan against the back of the mook’s knee. Expecting him to fall down, Puddles swung for where his head should have been…pain flared across Puddles outstretched arm from the back swing elbowblade. Blocking a follow through swipe of razorclaws with her frying pan, the impact causing her to panic as she almost lost her grip.
The handcannon mook fired, a huge hole appearing in the wall next to the door. Not that anyone would notice a few hours from now, just another hole, Puddles thought as she continued ducking and dodging the vapehead’s wild, but powerful swings.
Whiskers flinched when the handcannon blew a hole in the wall killing an escaping vapehead. Eager to get into the room, Whiskers lashed out with a claw swipe chop, knocking a vapehead out of the way. Shouldering another vapehead out of the way, Whiskers leapt into the room as he drew his katana; Razorclaws was backing Puddles into a corner where handcannon could get a clear shot.
Blocking another swipe, Puddles arms were feeling being on the defensive. Razorclaw was aggressive enough to keep her from shooting him. Roaring and frothing at the mouth, Razorclaw swung at her head, following through with elbowblades, Puddles ducked and scooted back out of the way.
“How about a truce?” Puddles shouted.
“I don’t think they can hear you,” Whiskers responded.
At the sound of Whiskers voice, Razorclaw turned to look, a momentary distraction, but enough. Leaping forward Puddles slammed her frying pan against the side of Razorclaw’s head. Not content to let the frying pan work, she stuck her pistol into Razorclaws’ side, pulling the trigger three times rapidly.
Charging past Razorclaw, katana in a low position, blood from Razorclaw sprayed over Whiskers left side as he stepped into the shield causing his fur to tingle. Handcannon focused on blowing Puddles head off, did not notice Whiskers until his blade passed through her right leg. As she fell onto the stump, Whiskers brought his katana down on her neck decapitating her. Reaching down, Whiskers turned off the shield and kicked the handcannon away.
“…and that’s what you get!” With the shield down Whiskers could hear Puddles yelling at Razorclaws body.
Wiping the blood from his katana on Handcannon’s body Whiskers took note, one-half of his body was red and sticky.
“You look like…”
“Fine, I won’t. Guess we aren’t going to get any information from these two,” Puddles said sarcastically.
“Should we continue on?”
“They know we are here.”
“Not that they are reacting like it,” Whiskers gestured to the drug room.
“Fine by me,” Puddles responded heading for a door at the back of the room.
Two hours and some minutes later, standing in the cleanest room they had seen all day, Puddles and Whiskers stood.
“Guess they were reacting after all,” Puddles said while gesturing with wide arms to the empty room.
“Very odd. Don’t you think?” Whiskers asked while checking a wall of shelves and cabinets.
“Yeah, why would anyone clean any room in Tumbledown. We must have stalked through six miles of garbage to get to the one clean room in all of Tumbledown,” pointing to a corner, “Nothing about this room is about to fall over.”
“We will find nothing here,” Whiskers said turning from the cabinets.
Later that evening…