Inspector Gumshoe Posted:

Gumshoe was lying in prickly bushes. He’d been shot in the side but he was alive and he wasn’t bleeding too much. He wasn’t sure if it didn’t hurt, or if he was just too delirious to tell. Either way, he could barely move. He pressed the bumon on his transmitter

M-monkey? Front door. Defended. Dont go near the front door. Go around. It, I cant move. Calavera is down. Dun-dunno about Eastman… and Marsh. They- think they ran away. Or something. I

He heard breathing.

Sh-****. He’s… front door is open. The front door is open. It’s… you? But why… would you…

Another gunshot and the transmitter goes silent.

Say again Gumshoe your transmision was cut off!

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SAY AGAIN DAMN YOU!

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****, team I think Gumshoe is down, I am going to cut my way through this house to try and get to the front door. We are still taking heavy fire, and one of my boys is down.

*notices a hanging lightfixture and makes a long leaping grab for it, then swings himself as far as he can across the room and jumps, landing, rolling then springing up firing with two guns, as quickly as the chambers will empty*