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The ichor operation. It wasn't my best decision to let Delilah go on with it. I get that I was the first toon, and I guess my opinion matters in this, but I didn't exactly know what I was signing up for when I agreed to this.
I don't like thinking about it much.
Currently, me, Astro, Vee, Pebble, Shelly, Sprout, Cosmo, Rodger, and Toodles were all heading into the elevator to research the twisteds that came from the operation.
They didn't know what happened to our friends. I did.
I entered behind the counter of my shop before switching the lever to go under the elevator. I had to restock items. Besides, I don't join in on the runs. That's their job. Not mine.
I could hear everyone entering the elevator. I checked the small camera in the shop corner. Yep. Everyone was in.
I pressed the button to close the door, before pressing the button to go down to the first floor.
I began stocking items into my shop. They'll need these items. I know these floors will be rough, knowing how many twisteds will be further down.
I sighed, before leaning against my shop and waiting patiently. I watched through the camera as they left the elevator. I quickly switched to the cameras of the first floor.
The run has started.