Originally, this scene picked up where the first scene ended, which would have been fine (other than all of the writing issues :)), except the first scene ended in an alarm sounding and picked up with Puddles and Whiskers listening at a door. So this scene follows the meeting with Scar setting up how Puddles and Whiskers entered Tumbledown and leading to the first scene.
An Hour Later…
“You sure about this?” Whiskers asked a second time.
“It’s a sneak and peek,” gesturing towards Tumbledown, “shouldn’t be a problem at all. You got your gear?”
Tightening his belt, Whiskers nodded.
Using data from Detective Orte finding Black Myst territory took less time than they expected. Finding an unguarded way in, more difficult. Squeezing through garbage and rubble-strewn corridors, alleys, and tunnels, they found a cockeyed door. Standing outside the door they listened to the music and noise on the other side before taking positions; Whiskers his back against the graffiti covered wall, one paw gripping the edge of the door, the other pay on his katana, nodded at Puddles before yanking the door open.
Puddles lept into the room, pistol and frying pan ready. Clustered around a battered purple couch a dozen vapeheads slouched against the couch or taking hits from vaporizers; none of them reacted to Puddles.
The lucid vapeheads bolted for the door, rushing past Puddles, keeping Whiskers by the door. Hidden by the vapeheads, two black and red clad mooks sitting on the couch. Scowling and kicking an unconscious vapehead out the way they stood up.
“We’re moving,” one of them growled while reaching for her waist.
“So this is how you want to play it,” Puddles said aiming her pistol at the mooks.
The other mook took a hit from a vaporizer in his hands, instead of a euphoric glazed expression, pure rage and a primal scream as he charged across the room popping razorclaws and elbowblades. The other mook activated a personal bubble shield and drew a handcannon.
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 of an elbowblade. Blocking a follow through swipe of razorclaws with her frying pan; she came close to losing her grip from the impact. Trying to get some space, Puddles hopped back from Razorclaw.
Handcannon shot, a huge hole appeared in the wall next to the door. Whiskers flinched when the hole appeared in the wall, the shot killing an escaping vapehead. Eager to get into the room, Whiskers lashed out with a claw swipe, knocking a vapehead out of the way. Shouldering yet another vapehead out of the way, Whiskers charged into the room drawing his katana; Razorclaw backed Puddles into a corner for Handcannon’s next shot.
Blocking another swipe with the frying pan, Puddles arm felt sore and heavy. 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.
“How about a truce?” Puddles shouted flinching from the missed shot while ducking and dodging Razaorclaw.
Whiskers charge into the room distracted Razorclaw. 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 jammed her pistol into Razorclaws’ side, pulling the trigger three times rapidly.
Katana held in a low position, blood from Razorclaw sprayed over Whiskers’ left side as he ran past. Stepping through the bubbleshield, his fur tingled. Focused on blowing Puddles head off, Handcannon did not notice Whiskers until his blade passed through her right leg. Whiskers brought his katana down onto her neck, decapitating her, before she finished falling 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 Razorclaw’s 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?”