[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Mp9GmbFg/image.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color][/b] Atrium
[b][color=bc8dbf]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]	[color=bc8dbf]"If we want to blow it up, can't we just get a lighter and some alcohol?"[/color] Vinnie asked. She was fairly certain that was how things worked in movies. And they already knew for a fact that the vending machine of requirement could dispense any sort of alcohol they needed. [color=bc8dbf]"Oh, wait, gasoline! If we get enough gasoline, that'll definitely explode! Or at least catch on fire and smell really bad... Or maybe the machine can make a grenade? And we just need to count to three and roll it over here?"[/color] Vinnie proposed. She scratched that off the mental list of possible occupations she could have had - demolitions expert. It was becoming increasingly hard for Vinnie to figure out what she was good at. Everyone else seemed to know something. Maybe she worked as a secretary or an assistant or something. She groaned at the thought. 

	[color=bc8dbf]"Wait, what now? I sound familiar?"[/color] Vinnie's eyes widened. She had no idea what to make of that. [color=bc8dbf]"I'm pretty sure I've never seen you guys before in my life. Wait, actually, I'm wrong. Sophia seems a bit familiar, I guess? But that could just be from the emotional whiplash of thinking she's cool now after deciding she was a space zombie infiltrator set out to destroy us and eat our brains. Oh! And Cal. I have a flash of you in my head? Like I've seen you before? Do you think the two of us maybe... had a musical montage in a Chili's maybe?"[/color] Vinnie rambled. [color=bc8dbf]"Or maybe a Wendy's or a Dairy Queen? I don't think I was the sort of person for an office job. Maybe I could have worked at a hardware store. And been all like - [i]this wood is bad. Don't buy it![/i] and stuff?"[/color]

	Raynor shook his head. He wished that he had brought a screwdriver drink with him to the atrium. Vinnie's voice was starting to give him a headache. [color=d86615]"Actually, Kyle, I think I've seen you climb,"[/color] Raynor interjected into the conversation. [color=d86615]"As for whoever is behind this, I don't care if they picked people who knew each other. I care that we kill them and get the hell out of here."[/color]

	He put on the communicator device that Zarina had given him, not admitting that he was a little worried for the kid. She had crawled on in without a second glance. They probably should have tied a rope around her waist or something so they could pull her out quickly. [color=d86615]"Testing, testing, kid can you hear me?"[/color] Raynor said. He must have had too much rum. There was no response. It took him a moment before he realized the thing wasn't actually on and he casually reached up, twisting a knob on the headset. He was trying to make it look like he was just adjusting the volume and hadn't actually forgotten to turn the thing on first. 

	That was one thing he knew about himself - he was prideful as hell. 

	[color=d86615]"Testing again, one, two, three, kid can you hear me?"[/color]