[ Qubit keeps half an eye out while he's working, but he hardly needs to, in the end. Carlisle is true to his word. He can hear some of the commotion over the sound of the dremel, including - at a moment when it's not touching the lock - some disturbingly crunchy, wet noises. He doesn't look.
Finally, though, the grinding noise stops as the lock comes apart. ]
Got it!
[ Qubit rattles it free and tosses it aside, then turns back to Carlisle - and the small-scale battleground between them. It's about as gruesome as it sounded, with a couple of the zombies turned inside-out in the sand. He wrinkles his nose in distaste, but doesn't comment on it. (He's seen worse.)
Carlisle himself is unharmed, but his entourage has roughly doubled now, which he finds a little concerning. After all, they don't yet know how many of these things he can control simultaneously. ]
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Finally, though, the grinding noise stops as the lock comes apart. ]
Got it!
[ Qubit rattles it free and tosses it aside, then turns back to Carlisle - and the small-scale battleground between them. It's about as gruesome as it sounded, with a couple of the zombies turned inside-out in the sand. He wrinkles his nose in distaste, but doesn't comment on it. (He's seen worse.)
Carlisle himself is unharmed, but his entourage has roughly doubled now, which he finds a little concerning. After all, they don't yet know how many of these things he can control simultaneously. ]
Doing all right?