Mini-Grand 5104 (Game Complete)

Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.

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"C'mon, there's gotta be a weapon or an upgrade or, or something around here. You don't just make an R&D lab and leave it empty."

Agent 7 ruffled through closets and drawers fervently, tossing aside beakers, tongs, test tubes, and various other tools of science. He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for, but he felt that something important was hidden in the lab, and leaving without finding it was simply out of the question. This patient mentality began to wear a bit thin after he had searched most of the room without finding anything, and Agent 7 was about to declare the room devoid of important materials when he suddenly stumbled upon what was, unmistakably, a weapon.

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It took Mork a while to get ahold of himself, and quite understandably so, given that he had held his life's work in his hands for just a split second. Sniffling, he reminded himself that this wasn't one of those dumb movies where the absent-minded professor ran off and did all his work without leaving any notes. He was only set back by the few hours it would take to distill a new sample, possibly a day or two at most if that had been his last batches of ingredients, as he suspected it was. He pressed his hands on the table and pulled himself up, drying his eyes and dusting off his suit so as to maintain a professional air, then made his way towards the adjacent laboratory that he vaguely remembered the intruder heading into. He was going to give that man a firm talking to and make sure he knew there would be consequences for playing cop commando in such a delicate environment.

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Agent 7 hooked the coolant pack up to the pressure nozzle, then strapped it onto his back, his stungun having mysteriously vanished as soon as he picked up the device. He then picked up the bulky nozzle with all four of his hands, the bottom pair holding it steady, the top left one aiming the nozzle, and the top right one gripping the release valve handle. A text box appeared over his head that read "New weapon obtained: [undefined]," eliciting a raised eyebrow from the Player that Agent 7 was unable to see. Satisfied that he was ready to use whatever it was, Agent 7 made his way back towards the door.

Suddenly, the scientist from the other room stormed in, flying straight into a rant about the consequences of playing around on the clock. It took him a few moments to actually look at Agent 7. His rant trailed off when he saw what the agent was holding, and he began backing slowly towards the door. "But, uh, we're all friends here," he said nervously. "I'm sure we can let this slide. Why don't you put that down now so we can talk about this calmly?"

"Ugh, he's gonna call security on me now. If I switch weapons he'll just run before I can stun him." The Player bit his lip. "This thing better be a pacifist weapon or I'm screwed."

Agent 7 pulled back the handle on the release valve, and a cloud of bluish-white smoke flew forwards towards the scientist, obscuring him from view for a few moments. When it cleared, he was encased in ice, frozen in a fleeing position. Agent 7 grinned. "Ice to meet you!" he said to the frozen scientist before leaving the lab.

The Player groaned. "I really hope he doesn't make any more puns like that."