ABS FIESTA REDUX

[Gojira]

"I don't wanna die..."

[Ad Bot]

[blockguy™]

"I don't wanna die..."

_{"No one does."}

[Mr. Hurricane]

I poke my head out of the closet. My room is clear. My left hand shakes as I stand and approach the door. I ease it open. My holster rattles. I stop and listen, for anything, chatter, rattling, breathing.

[Qwepir]

Someone bangs on the door, possibly trying to kick it down.
"Mjolnir, we know you're in here! Open up!"

[blockguy™]

Someone bangs on the door, possibly trying to kick it down.
"Mjolnir, we know you're in here! Open up!"

_{"stuff." "Someone think of a way we can know it's us. Get your pistols ready, guys." "Does anyone in here know their language?" "Try and trick them into thinking it's them- something along the lines of 'We've already captured them, they're our prisoners. Go.'"}

[Mr. Hurricane]

I hear banging at the end of our hallway. I pause and try to control my breathing.

[blockguy™]

I speak at a tone loud enough so that Mjolnir flight can hear me, but the men at the hallway door cannot.
"John! John get over here! You're the only person I know who can speak Huitz!"

[Juncoph]

I run over to the door.

"[Go away.]"

I lie down again.

[blockguy™]

I run over to the door.

"[Go away.]"

I lie down again.

_{"Try and trick them."}

[Gojira]

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodddd"

[Mr. Hurricane]

I lean out into the hallway, and look both ways. Soldiers stand behind the doors at the end of our hallway.

[Juncoph]

I grab a pencil and poke Akemi.

"Cry out as if I just impaled you."

"[We have this handled!]"

[Qwepir]

Another somewhat familiar (to kissinger especially) voice says something.
"stuff, the Huits are already in there. I'm kicking down the door."
"Or it's our translator, but go ahead."
Someone starts trying to kick down the door.

[blockguy™]

I listen to the men speaking.
"HEY, WE'RE WITH YOU. MJOLNIR FLIGHT, THIS IS LT. TOM PAINTER SPEAKING."

[Gojira]

"Lieutenant Akemi Yui, present."