Previously, MC Horace and Norman ended up in a spot of bother with the local authorities. While Dillee had earned himself a spot in the national news… And all the notoriety that comes with it.

"Officer. This is all a misunderstanding. I was just excited over some good news." MC's attempts at talking his way out of situations can't always prove fruitful. This is one such occasion. "You're causing a disturbance on a public holiday woof What part of that don't you understand!?" "The part where that's an issue!? Have you been down to the local markets? They're always shouting their heads off down that way."

Horace was worried for MC. Growing concerned he was falling into a spot of saying something he may regret or, even worse, acting out. "HE DIDN'T MEAN IT, officer. We're JUST TIRED." "OI. That's the pair of you causing an issue. Sound the alarms!"

The Scaq blew a whistle, causing the citizens to begin rushing over, along with several additional officers arriving on the scene with hammerhead buurds acting as guard pets. Their grotesque grey and yellow stretched heads and brown bodies did not match at all.

You know what? I'm out of here. MC thought about how they could escape the situation. MC took out a club, and despite initially hesitating, Horace was always going to stand with his bud. "Don't tell my MOM, MC. I'm gonna DIE in PRISON." "Norman You should probably get out of here. this is going to get a bit bloody." "Don't mind if I do!" He said, already running off around a corner. MC whispered to Horace, "We just need to reach a sewer. It doesn't matter which; they can't fit down it in their armour. We need a big distraction, though… you're going to have to use that thing again." Horace pulled a face to say, 'Oh my,' and nodded. "This WILL GET interesting."

Horace targeted a side of a building and sent his turret just below the roof. Activating the ability. It began to transform into its munitions platform mode and started unleashing a torrent of projectiles into the distance. "CALL THE GUILDIES & EL-SENTINATORS; WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!" Shouted one of the incoming officers. In a synchronised wave, they began to shield themselves, fearful of missiles heading their direction. MC tugged at Horace and ran forward to the sewer lid. A guard that hadn't quite seen the missiles firing off attempted to block the pair. Horace fired a bolt off which bounced straight off it, but the pair teamed up, tackling the legs together and knocking them over. "Hey, get off my AHHH!" BONG~ "Oof. You suck! It's hard to get NHHHGGG to get up, you jackasses. Let me back up!"

The pair didn't look back; the adrenaline was starting to pump hard. MC especially enjoyed the thrill; it was the first time he ever stood up to proper authority figures, and he and Horace had gone as far as physically assaulting one. What a rush this is… My heart's pounding, but I feel alive. Like I can do anything! It was a clear line to the sewer; Horace blasted the lid off of it so they could head straight down.

"Good shot, bud. Let's just keep following the path, and maybe we'll find somewhere a bit more open." "SURE. But what are we going to DO ABOUT Dillee?" "Yes." MC What are you getting us into, bud!? Horace thought as he dived headfirst into the scentless dark below.

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Blasted idiots. Why are they so desperate to come after this old boy? I'm trying to return to the good Lord! Dillee had been faring well in his one-armed scramble to the top of XOF HQ. Lucky for him, nobody bothered to enter the aircraft industry again after Areya's armada burnt down. But! Unlucky for him, there were plenty of sentients that could fly… especially some well-respected and known guildies. It didn't take him long to register the powerful individuals heading in his direction.

Blast it all… Trouble is heading my way. Time to think, Dillee. What would MC do? He wouldn't fight his way through tough opponents solo.

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"Have you ever listened to Jan Jerri – Losing You?" This doctor is a lunatic. Norman is right; why bring this fruit loop along with us!? "Dolphins get high via puffer venom, you know." "I WILL NOT SING FOR YOU, FATHER!"

"RUFF ROOOOF RUFF!" Gahhhh, I can't speak in this form! Shut up, Doctor! HMM, what's all this then?

In the distance, Dillee spotted a barrage of bullets and missiles unleashing violently in the direction of the outer southern walls. Could it be a sign!? Sir, did you order Horace to do this so I would know you have done something to alert me?!? Thinking it was some sort of divine sign, he jumped high into the air, aiming for the next building ahead. His bounding leap was shocking passersby near the entranceway.

"Look, it's trying to get away!" "Someone please save that poor citizen. They don't deserve to be eaten. BOOOO YOU MONSTER!"

Dillee could hear everything from his enhanced senses. It was starting to wind him up a little too much.

BEGONE, YOU RABBLING RUNTS, LEST MY FIST AND YOUR GIRTH COLLIDE.

Reaching the buildings and jumping down to some smaller ones, Dillee noticed disturbances in the crowd: groups of guards rushing, appearing to be heading in a particular direction: further south, toward a sewer entrance.

Did you enter the sewers, MC? Then I will assume you're heading in the direction of Lexi's Blackmoon.

"RUFF RUFF." [This will be a bumpy ride.] Dillee said to the doctor. "HAHA I'D LOVE TO BUY THIS TOASTER GIRAFFE MAN!" "RUARRRROOO." [Sir… I hope this one is worth the trouble.]

Dillee began to travel across the buildings, heading for the Eastern District. He thought to himself, 'Oh, bloody hell!' How am I supposed to do this one-handed? It was going to take him several minutes to get across the city like this. Unfortunately for Dillee, he didn't have much of a choice. It was either that or they ended up fighting the sentients on their way to him. "I love ham! CAW CAW" Goodness gracious, you blithering fool. Give it a rest. I'm tired of your rumbling.

Well, at least they're not trying to break free. I think if this was any other person, they would be fighting for their life right now.

Dillee really appreciated feeling the wind as he darted between buildings. As he traversed across the city, Dillee was starting to feel as if…

He could really live in Eccles Ville.

However. He'd never live anywhere without his best bud. I think a sky-rise apartment would be fantastic for you, sir. Oh shut up, Dillee. Get on with it.

As he managed to get far into the Central District, it came as no surprise to him that he started to draw the attention of the rankers. Most guild halls were based there.

Still, he had some small luck on his side. Despite the presence of rankers, it was not possible for them to attack him head-on with the risk of civilians being hurt in the process. Although he was unaware of this.

By the time it is over, he for sure will be saying, 'I bloody love democracy.' Ranker 90 Short Sarge. Ironically, he was quite thin and rather tall. Almost 7 ft in height. He had a bit of a chip on the shoulder. Itching to get in on the action, "Come on, you lot, we need to try to get him with non-offensive skills." "We've been trying for ages! But the mayoral office, they won't give us the command." Said one of the lower-position rankers. "Screw the mayor. Just do it anyway!" "We can't do that, sir. Think of the backlash. The citizens will be outraged. They might penalise the guilds." "Sometimes we just have to do these things regardless of the consequences." "I must protest, sir." "Well, you do that. But I'm going to try to get between this fucking monstrosity if it's the last thing I do!"

The ranker funnelled his Lùth energy into a ball, and it began to transform into a larger-than-he ethereal bow.

'Bloody hell!' thought Dillee, as he noticed the energy amalgamate into an arrow. I believe if that hits me, I am going to take one hell of a bruising.

Dillee grabbed hold of a ledge, but he was losing his grip. He lifted the requestee onto the ledge and then began to climb with both hands up onto it next to them.

They then shifted the large, pink-filled syringe from their back and began cackling. "Ababalala!"

Oh no. What are you going to do now? Dillee thought.

As they pumped the syringe, the liquid began to squirt down below them. At first, it didn't seem like anything was happening.

That was until some of the rankers, those of lower level overall, began to exhibit strange and bizarre symptoms…

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