So, the showdown was last night. We spent the day preparing. Earplugs to keep Whisper from scrambling our brains, spotlights to blind Fracture's pet sniper, a good meal. The odds were pretty good that even though we were going to win, some of us might die. We all knew it and considered it an acceptable risk. I know I mentioned a couple posts ago that I don't want to die, but some things are worth putting your ass on the line for. We all felt it and none of us were particularly bothered by the prospect.
The biggest bit of tension was running into fuck face while we were shopping-which was every bit as awkward as you might think. The fucker was wandering around eating a fucking hot dog. At the time, we thought we were just lucky he hadn't seen what we were there buying. In retrospect, it really didn't matter. None of our preparations made a damn bit of difference.
When we reached the building, we all put our earplugs in before getting out of the car, and that definitely caused some problems with what happened next. We let Picasso out of the trunk and raced to keep up with her as she rushed up the fire escape. The roof was lit with flood lights, which was exactly what we were hoping to avoid. Fracture and Duckie were standing there, everything seemed about what we were expecting.
What we weren't expecting was what Fracture did next. We couldn't hear what he said, but we could see what he did. He shot Duckie. Just like that. Right in front of all of us. Picasso freaked out, of course, and the tall fucker showed up to reign her in. It was briefly chaos, with lots of yelling and arguing (at some point Moth must have taken out his earplugs) I couldn't hear at all, until Fracture opened a Path portal and Moth grabbed Picasso (who was fucking torn up by that point) and went through it.
Fracture then wrote me a note. It said 'There's a hospital in there'. Which didn't make much sense until he pulled a gun and shot Sloth. Again. I couldn't tell how bad it was and at the moment all I could think was that he could die if I chose wrong. If there was a hospital, it was his best chance. So I grabbed Sloth and tore through the Path. I'd only ever been through a handful of times. I never learned to use it with Baker Squad, and it's usually so fucking dangerous I don't regret not being able to use it. But this time... it was quiet. Nothing was even chasing us, for once.
When I arrived, there was a crowd, including a bunch of people in doctor's coats. They were all just standing there, but it only took a moment for them to spring into action. Thankfully, they did what Fracture said they would, and fixed Sloth up. It didn't take long, and they only tried to get me to leave once before realizing what a bad idea that was. It was all very professional, though they didn't put Sloth under. His shouts attracted Navi, who'd followed us into the Path. She told us that Vallus was still there talking to Fracture as far as she knew, but otherwise didn't know anything more than we did.
She went to go look for Moth and Picasso, and two women came in shortly afterward. One of them was Devil, who'd helped get Picasso out. The other was a stone bitch who called herself Fire, which is the most obvious misnomer I've seen in a long time. The two of them said that Fracture issued the challenge to bring us in so that he could promote Sloth and have a handle on Picasso and Moth because he was trading Duckie for them. Not sure why Moth needed trading for, and they didn't really have a good answer as to why.
Now, Sloth's position was basically second in command. The only place he could be promoted to would be Fracture's job. None of this makes any sense, and of course Fracture isn't around to explain it. Devil said she'd get him, but that was almost a whole day ago and there's still no sign of him. So we're just kind of waiting around to figure out what the hell is going on.
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