Nude Rescue

Who: Mk.8, Trisees, Jenny, Seymour, Eric
When: After last post
Where: Prison complex
Mk.8 and Trisees had weaved their way through the vast maze of almost
identical buildings, and came across a large grey monolith of a
building, with a fluro-pink neon sign saying 'Prison Complex'.
"Subtle" said Mk.8
"Maybe they were afraid they might lose it otherwise." said Trisees
They moved towards the gaping maw that was the doorway.
The sounds of yelling and screaming came from inside.
"What the hell is going on in there?" asked Trisees out loud
Mk.8 chuckled to himself
"Maybe they've all gone insane from Seymour's incessant bitching"
They moved through the security with little trouble. Most of the
guards were running frantically for the exit. The pair continually
looked around trying to determine what the hell was going on. They
eventually cam upon the shower area; a large room with a walkway
around the perimeter, about 4 metres in the air, on which several
guards and six very large chickens were jumping about trying to escape.
"...the hell?" they both said.
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Jenny had been lying in the air ducts above the showering area for
about 2 hours, biding her time, being forced to watch countless naked,
hairy, and sometimes fat men get blasted with hoses. She wasn't
enjoying the experience. At last, she saw Seymour stumble awkwardly
out into the middle, clutching his crotch, avoiding all eye contact.
"Aha, you're mine now, bas..."
She was cut off by a scream, and she shot her attention to a man lying
on the walkway, violently scratching his arms, and slowly transformed
into a bird.
Then, not unnaturally, hysteria broke out.
"Terrific. Now's my chance." she said.
She pounded the vent cover off, and leapt down, only 4 metres from
Seymour.
Slowly, quietly, she crept up on him, and drew her dagger.
"So long, Seymour." she murmured, drawing back the dagger, preparing
to strike.
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Mk.8 spotted Seymour, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
"Hey, Trisees. There he is."
Trisees looked over to where Mk.8 was pointing, and then quickly
turned away in disgust.
"Gee, thanks for the warning!" yelled Trisees
"Heh, sorry" said Mk.8 cheekily
At that point, Jenny dropped down behind Seymour, and she slyly crept
up on him.
"Isn't that Jenny?" Asked Trisees
Mk.8 quickly loaded up some of the nude pictures he had taken of Jenny
whilst in null space, and compared them to the person behind Seymour
Mk.8 chuckled more
"Heh, yep, that's her alright. Hey, what's with the knife?"
Mk.8 and Trisees watched as Jenny prepared to stab Seymour.
"Shit!" yelled Mk.8
"Quickly!" Trisees said, and they both made towards Jenny as fast as
possible.
She had already started to thrust forward, when both Mk.8 and Trisees
smashed into her with all their weight, bringing all of them to the
wet, slimy floor.
Jenny, although by no means a weak or fragile person, was knocked
unconscious by the force of the blow.
Seymour spun around and was so startled, he dropped his hands by his
sides.
Mk.8 looked back up at him.
"SEYMOUR! HANDS!"
"Huh? OH!" Seymour said, snapping his hands back to their original
position.
The group held their positions for a few seconds, trying to comprehend
the predicament they now found themselves in.
"Mk.8, you take Jenny. I'll take Seymour." said Trisees, slowly
standing up, and moving over to Seymour
"And about time too!" said Seymour
"I've had to have cold showers with hundreds of naked men for days
now. Do you have any idea" said Seymour, before being bludgeoned
unconscious by Trisees.
"Great!" said Mk.8 "Now we have TWO unconscious people to get back to
the ship."
The pair lumbered outside, carrying their charges, and found Eric
standing naked outside.
The three of them stood awkwardly, facing each other.
"Well, this is going REALLY bloody well, aint it." said Mk.8
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