You enter the fuel arch and wait a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. You begin to suspect that something isn't quite right. Why is it so quiet? Why is everyone just standing around, looking confused? You look further into the building and suddenly realize that the entire fire team is surrounded by people holding swords. And...wearing eye patches. One of your fellow firefighters pipes up: "What's going on here?" A scruffy Polie holding one of the largest swords shouts back: "Quiet, you scurvy dogs! This is a stickup, YARRRR!!" Simultaneous yells of "ARRRR!!" reverberate through the building, and the Pole pirates wave their swords in the air. The scruffy pirate swaggers over to the fire team, examines the crowd slowly, then focuses his piercing gaze on you. "We want yer LOOT! Hand it over now, or you'll be forced to walk the PLANK!" |