▐ A r u n a A l l e y
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▐ w h e r e: y e l l o w h o u s e
▐ t a g g e d: d a n g e r
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Like MacGyver, Aruna assembled everything she needed. She started with the Champagne bottle, sticking the needles halfway into the cork she made a makeshift gun. However, she knew this would only be a one shot weapon, so she quickly began taping the lighter directly under the nozzle of the oil can, a makeshift flamethrower and grenade.
With the can beneath her arm and the Champagne bottle aimed at the unknown men, Aruna stepped out, just at the end of the hallway and directly at the base of the stairs. Close enough to see the men through the window, but just far enough to attack quickly and make a mad dash up the stairs if they tried anything funny.
"Stay where you are and don't come any closer. Tell me what you want, who sent you, and who you are."