6.
Carefully, cautiously, you ease the phone up. Your skin prickles and static electricity crawls over the handset, but you can hear a dialing tone. You… you can sort of feel that you're making the phone work. You didn't know you could do that.
You slowly lower your hand to the keypad, and type in the numbers. 9. 1. You take a deep breath, and watch Mau intensely. 1. That's the number you need to dial. You know it. You might not know how you know it, but you do.
Taking a deep breath, you taste copper and iron in the air. Then you sink down and prop the phone up against your ear.
There's a woman down the other end of the line. She says something, but it's almost lost under the sound of Mau growling. It's pacing back and forwards at the door, shooting periodic glowing-eyed glares back at you. You don't need to read its mind to know that it's thinking about how you'd taste.
"H-hello?" you whisper into the line. Strangely, you… you feel more confident talking to someone like this. Someone down the other end of a line. Maybe it's just because this is the first person you can ever remembering talking to who isn't Electra, and thus you're much, much less scared.
… actually, it's probably that. People on phones can't kill you. You hope.
"H-help," you whisper, acutely aware that Mau might take what you're doing badly. "I'm… I'm in the… the s-security office on Floor 122. That's… uh, One. T-two. Two. The… the r-reactor level." You take a deep breath and press on. "There's… th-there's a w-woman. Her n-name's Electra. She's cr-crazy. She killed the s-security people. They're dead. In… in front of me. She's pl-planning to d-do something bad to the r-reactor."
You swallow. "Sh-she's big… very big and she has robot tentacles and she's a cyborg and… and she made one of the g-guards kill the others and th-then she just killed him and y-y-y-you need to stop her."
There's a moment of silence. Then "Okay, listen to me, ma'am." The woman on the other end of the phone sounds confident. Like she knows what she's doing. Or maybe you're projecting. But you really want her to know what she's doing, because if she knows what she's doing, then the fact that you have no idea what's going on won't be a problem. If she knows what she's doing, then everything might work out. "What's your name?"
Oh. One of those hard questions. "I… I'm not sure," you whisper. "It… it m-might be Kae. Or it starts with K. I… I don't know. I w-woke up and Electra was there and I d-don't remember much else. Sh-she said she d-did surgery on me." You swallow. "You have to stop her," you hiss insistently. "She… she's killing p-people and she m-m-made the p-power st-stop working and… and… and…" You trail off, your mouth hardly obeying you anymore.
"Ma'am. Kae," the lady says. "I believe you. Everything's going to be all right. Do you understand. You did the right thing calling us and you're being very brave. I need you to stay calm."
You know she's right. You need to stay calm. Even if it's hard. You need to stay calm or else you'll lose control of your speech and you won't be able to say anything. "C-calm," you stammer.
"Yes," she says. "Stay calm. That's important. Can you do that for me?"
You're not sure. "I'll… I'll try," you manage.
"Now, are you alone?" she asks.
"N-no," you whisper. Mae is pacing around, but either doesn't understand or doesn't care that you're talking to someone. "She… she left a dog-thing with me. It's a cyborg. It… it," you duck down. "It's dangerous," you whisper.
"Good. You're being very brave," she says warmly. "Now, I'm about to transfer you to someone else who wants to talk to you. He's a policeman. He needs to know some things, so we can work at getting you to safety and stopping the bad lady."
Yes. That's good. That's what you want. More than anything. Getting out of here. Stopping Electra.
"Ma'am, please. Listen to me." It's a new person, a man. "My name is Paul Sanchez, and I'm with the LAPD. We just have a few questions for you. If you think you can speak safety, I'd like you to answer them. But don't put yourself in danger. Do you think you can do that?"
You reflexively bob your head. "Yes," you say softly.
"Good. Now, tell me. Where did she take you? How did you get to Level 122?"
Slowly, hesitantly, trying not to draw Mau's attention, you stammer your way through how you climbed down the lift shaft and she cut through the door and made all the power stop working. He asks further questions, and you answer them as best you can. Fortunately he doesn't ask about the drone you sort of crushed a tiny bit, because you suspect that… um, it might have been better to turn yourself in to it. Which wasn't fair! You didn't know that at the time! Along with a lot of things! Urgh, why is everyone so harsh to amnesiacs?
Your stomach churns with anger at how you've been treated and how… how unfair the world is!
"Now," he says. "You say you're in the security office? I'm looking at the plans. Can you see which one it is? There should be something on… on the floor marked S1 or S2 or something."
You look. "S2," you say.
"Now," he says, "you say she left a cyborg dog to watch over you. Do you think you can get away from it? If you can get closer to the landing pad, we'll be able to get you out of here." There's a pause. "There are people out there who are missing you, and you need medical help from what you've said," he says carefully. "But don't take risks if you can avoid it. If you can't get away safely, wait where you are and I'll send a team to pick you up."
You don't know. You might be able to make a run for it. Or kill Mau. There's a churning in your gut. You really do hate that thing. But maybe you should just wait here. Mau is pretty dangerous.
WHAT NOW?
[ ] You've done everything you can with Mau here. You just have to wait now.
[ ] Kill Mau, Vol I
-> [ ] How?
[ ] Make a run for it. Maybe Mau won't chase you?
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