The Thespian was annoyed by the sudden burst of activity outside. Where did all the time go... I must've caught the eyes of a hateful god... or a lazy one. Let's see... I brought a dozen men with me... Multiplayer and Gum-Girl killed two. That leaves...
With a few clicks on his radio, the crime boss silenced communications with the Ricks and dead men. Shouting loud enough for his five men inside the warehouse could hear but not so much that it could be heard outside, he ordered, "We're limiting our haul this time; load two of the crates into the truck before three of you get into the back with me. The two taking the front, I want you to dump your guns into the back with us; we don't want any cops spotting you with your assault rifles. Ignore the sirens, they're the product of an illusion - however, the real cops have been called and are on their way, so move. If you work quickly, I'll give you a cut of the auction money from these guns."
As the men began to work, the Thespian stepped into the back of the truck while calling the men outside. "Don't be fooled by the fake Batman and the sound of sirens. All of those are falsehoods courtesy of an illusion maker - however, the cops were indeed called so distract the four enemies there - oh yes, Gum-Girl is here too - before making your own getaways, and do not
follow me; split and head for any other of our hideouts. This operation is over."
First and second box were quickly loaded onto the back of the truck as three of the men sat down to join the Thespian, the fourth dropping his gun inside and stepping out while the fifth dropped his assault rifle as well, before running to open the warehouse door leading away from the docks. Then the crime lord called Rick's radio.
"Congratulations, Multiplayer, on your victory against the Thespian," the distorted voice said with bizarre enthusiasm. "Make good use of those guns you have; I hope they're an adequate prize for you. If not, I'll give you some advice - the shapeshifter is in fact not one at all, but an illusionist - the Batman you're firing at isn't real. Also, Gum-Girl is in the vicinity - have you heard of her? If not she's exactly as she sounds. The police sirens are a product of the illusionist's powers and the cops are not so closeby; however, they are coming, so I hope your getaway arrives soon. Have fun."
The back of the truck closed shut and the remaining two men entered the front, driver starting the ignition. Nice and efficient.
Meanwhile, the men outside heard the Thespian's radio commands and stopped firing at "Batman," looking around instead for who could be making the illusion. However, without the mushroom in their sights, they decided to focus on shooting at the Ricks instead.
The woman collided with Jordan without thinking, mind too wrapped up in her own frustrations. Falling to the floor, she stared at the ground, mix of emotions bringing her eyes to water.
Then she looked up at the person she ran into. A gentle and sympathetic expression on Jordan's face looked down at her and already she felt some of her hurt uplift. With a nod she wiped her eyes a bit before taking his hand, rising from the ground. "T-Thanks, but I'm alright..."
Then she froze. She remembered the detective still fighting against her creator. She had no idea what he could do, but...
Dammit, I'm an idiot for leaving James alone with him...!
"I'm sorry. I need to help someone." Quickly she turned around and began to run the way she came.
James ducked under the swing of the dollmaker's saw, tackling his head against the creep's stomach and sending both of them toppling down.
A saw?! How the hell did he fit a saw in there?!
Quickly backing off, his arm was still stuck on the dollmaker's rope as he tried to tug himself away. Then the bizarre man swung at him again.
"Gah!" James swung his wrist to the side, blocking the saw with the rope, loosening the cords. With a yank, the bit of rope tore away and James could freely retreat, quickly getting it off his arm. The dollmaker then rose.
Eyes open wide / Feel your heart and its glowing / I'm welcome home, sweet home...