[h1][center]Abbott Penitentiary[/center][/h1]
[@clanjos]
The chaos in the facility above did not take long to reach the basement. Asbestos and concrete dust showered down over Chain Shadow as wicked shadows played along the wildly-swinging lamps. At last, the quakes subsided and the basement went quiet.

Suddenly, a worried-looking man wearing the standard-issue obnoxious-orange jumpsuit of the Michael Reynolds foundation rounded the corner. The man clearly looked concerned about [i]something[/i], but recognized Chain Shadow.
[color=lightgreen][i]"Hey, you're one of the guys Mister Reynolds hired, right?"[/i][/color] he said, scratching the back of his neck. The man breathed out through his teeth, and looked at Chain Shadow with soulful eyes. [color=lightgreen][i]"Things aren't going well. Long story short, we need you and your friends over at the docks. We're making some final preparations, and then we'll leave this place to the dogs."[/i][/color]


Meanwhile, the room Swamp, Mummy, and Lightning Hominid were situated in stood strangely quiet, all things considered. When hell was literally breaking loose all over the place, this execution chamber had somehow managed to insulate itself from [i]all[/i] of it. 

A clammy hand grabbed at Mummy Hominid's shoulder. Its owner, a brown-haired man crackling with electricity, stared glumly at the Hominid.
[color=yellow]"Hey,"[/color] said Horace, through a face still pink with second-degree burns. [color=yellow]"You're in my seat."[/color]

[center][h1]Skies Over Carnate Island[/h1][/center]
[@LordInquisitor]

Thick clouds of yellowish gas billowed up from below, obscuring the sky in a miasma of sulphur and brimstone. 

The voice of the scientist came on over the communications device. Despite Trunks' altitude, it barely came through without interference.
[b][color=gray]"Can--- me? ----ing on?! ---tting large amounts---logical and thau---ercise yard! Could you----estigate? Be careful, it might--------er!"[/color][/b]

The transmission cut out suddenly. For whatever reason, there seemed to be a truly ludicrous amount of interference surrounding the island.

[center][h1]Set Decorator Robert, Top of the Quarry[/h1][/center]
[@Conibear]
Robert beamed with pride. He had never experienced such interest in his work before! With a light, nervous tinge to his tone, he continued.
[color=cyan]"We~~ll, I ain't at liberty to discuss company secrets, but we're prepping this quarry for a special cameo. Ever watch Revenge Of Queen Worm, honey? Well, we still got the props from that movie in storage, and they [i]might [/i] be making a comeback."[/color] Robert gave Koizumi a knowing wink.

[color=cyan]"Anyway, my life ain't all that special. I was born in Boston, Massachusetts, I got an education in mechanical engineering at..."[/color] Robert's monologue trailed off.

 [color=cyan]"Hey, do you hear that? Sounds like... Iunno. Kids playin' hopscotch or somethin'. You got any crotch-goblins I gotta know about, lady? Listen, I oughtta deal with this 'fore they get hurt. If ya want, you can come with!"[/color]
 
 Robert gave Koizumi a suggestive grin, and ambled off in the direction of the noise, into the foggy woods beyond.