[right][h3]The Fed Zone[/h3]▆ : ▆ am, Saturday
November 6th
[sub][@DJAtomika][@lady horatio][@Not Fishing]
[@Rabidporcupine][@Zoro][/sub][/right][indent][h3]D.[/h3][/indent]


[color=gray][i]This is for you, Mom![/i][/color] D thought as she began sprinting towards the door, gaining her momentum. There was a strange hope that this disappearing act would be a some clue to her mother's whereabouts.  Her hope rose with her speed, but right as she let out a shout, the restaurant employee stepped in her way. [color=gray]"Ahh -- wh...a?"[/color]

[indent][indent][quote][color=silver]"Alright, fine. Let's get this shit done then. Venkman, I was really hoping the fancy gadgets meant you knew what was going on. Now that's a pretty crazy looking gun, so please don't point it at me while I open the door. Tall Guy, keep on that door, and thanks for the help! Negan, I appreciate the help, really, I do, but I work in a kitchen, where hearing people over noise and chaos is very important. I can hear her. And Glasses..."[/color][/quote][/indent][/indent]
She immediately stopped herself, frazzled and unsure if she should be relieved that she stopped without losing balance or embarrassed that she was interrupted. Her body swayed a little as she re-positioned herself, teeth pressing non-visibly over her bottom lip. [color=gray][i]He had the key....[/i][/color] D swallowed, feeling a bitterness in how much she really wanted to break down the door. Using a key was definitely more logical than breaking the bloody door down, though. Maybe, Normies weren't that dumb, after all. [color=gray][i]Well, I feel stupid, now.[/i][/color]

She stared at Jeremy, again for a brief second, [color=gray][i]He doesn't even know the difference between a barrel and a stock of a gun is...[/i][/color] She slowly began lowering her weapon, admiring it apologetically and ignoring whatever he was saying to Mr. Hotshot. [color=gray][i]I take back what I said about Normies. His intelligence was a fluke.[/i][/color] 

As Jeremy unlocked the door and opened it, D took a step forward cautiously, [color=silver]"Ok, so I don't quite know how to say this, but there is a very big tiger in there..."[/color]

[color=gray]"Tiger?"[/color] D repeated in question. [color=gray][i]Heck yes.[/i][/color] Her shoulders straightened.

[color=silver]"Venkman, how likely will that gun be to work on a fucking tiger?"[/color] The name sounded familiar, like maybe she had seen a commercial for whatever series he was in, but thinking too hard on it seemed like a waste of a task and a half at the moment. She wasn't even a man, but the foreign nickname was decidedly taken as a compliment. 

[color=gray]"I don't know who this V-man is, but -,"[/color] D raised her gun again, taking a side step towards the restaurant employee again, [color=gray]"What are the odds the tiger is Maddie Wilson?"[/color] A small frown set on her face as she began re-positioning her gun for more tactile use. There was no clear evidence the tiger was the girl, but there was also no clear evidence that tiger was not the girl. When it came to the paranormal, the gambling algorithm was not nearly as useful as it was when playing Blackjack, and Normies don't typically think about those kinds of things. It was the least she could do before taking any action.