Lube Man drags his slick frame through the narrow, dust-choked ventilation shaft. The metal groans under his weight as he slides toward the exit. Below the grate, the chaos of the food court fades, replaced by the sharp, crisp silence of the building's maintenance hub.
Captain Halloway
Stop right there, you pathetic excuse for a nuisance. I am not in the mood to crawl through the grime just to haul you out by your ankles.
LUBE MAN
She sounds even more uptight than the last one. Maybe if I just slide faster, she will give up and go back to doing paperwork.
Captain Halloway stands directly below the vent, her hand resting firmly on the grip of her sidearm. She tilts her head, her gaze piercing the metal slats with icy, calculated focus. A team of patrol officers fans out behind her, effectively cutting off any path of retreat.
Captain Halloway
The perimeter is locked. You have nowhere to go, and frankly, you are ruining the ventilation flow for the entire sector.
+ Scene Quest Added
Escape the maintenance hub
“*Shoot lube at her, cover her in lube*”
SUCCESS (Good Agility, rolled -2)
LUBE MAN
Slip on this, Captain! Hope you brought your dry cleaning receipt!
Lube Man kicks the vent grate outward, vaulting from the narrow shaft as he empties an entire industrial-sized tube of high-viscosity synthetic lubricant. The thick, translucent gel erupts in a perfect arc, splattering directly onto the floor and the Captain's polished boots.
Captain Halloway
What in the hell—!
The Captain's legs lose all friction instantly. Her arms windmill in a desperate, frantic bid for balance as her heels shoot forward, her body tipping backward toward the cold concrete. The surrounding officers scramble, their own footing compromised by the rapidly spreading slick.
LUBE MAN
Gravity is my best friend. Friction? Never met her. Now, how do I exit this hub without slipping on my own mess?
Quest Complete
Escape the maintenance hub