Angst stared up at the ceiling and marveled at how high it was. "It's like some mini-mall in here, isn't it?"
She
seemed out of place in her cheerleader outfit, holding a glock. She moved, however, as if she was a veteran police officer walking through a crime
scene. For a young woman she was well beyond her years in
wisdom. Her hand wiped along the bannister of the stairs, picking up
years of dust.
"It's like that house in the first Resident Evil
game," Max said as he looked around. "You know when the STAR agents are
chased into the mansion by those demonic-looking wolfers." He was scanning the room, his mind keen and sharp, taking in anyplace where
anyone could hide and pop out. Paranoia or years of conflict, or both.
Angst looked at Max and smiled. "Everything is a game to you, isn't it?"
Max paused for a moment and then added, "Not at first."
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