"Uuuhh, buddy?" A voice came from behind. George let out a scream that was more reminiscent of a young girl, rather than a man in his late thirties. He spun around at a bullets speed, and pointed at the guard, who greeted him. "Whhaaat-" he started saying, but stopped halfway through, because he ralized he forgot to lower his voice, so he did just that, and continued. "Uh.. I mean, Whaat are you doing, scaring a new recruit like this?!" The guard was caught a little off guard by the guy's actions, but apologized anyway. "I heared you're looking for the dungeons. You must be the guy Dave asked for, from the third floor! So you're new." he said. After gaetting over his initial shock, George could finally form coherent thoughts and words again. "Yeah, yeah I',m all of that. Now, before you'd say anything, what's up with that guy?" he asked, and pointed at the lifeless looking man behind himself. The guard looked over George's shoulder, and laughed a little. "Right!" he said, still laughing a little "You've met IcePick!" George looked about as baffled as anyone would have the human capacity to do so. "IcePick...?" "Yeah, IcePick! He's the newest piece in the boss's vax-figure collection! He was so satisfied with our work, that he ordered a figure made in our general image! How cool is that?" George didn't want to say what he he had in mind about how cool the thought it was, though only because he was afraid it might blow his cover. "The cellar is that way, second door to theleft" the guard continued, and pointed behind himself "Dave will tell you the rest."
After that, he left. George was still slightly baffled by the whole ordeal, but decided not to think any more of it. He was still running rather short on time, and even though he now knew where the dungeons were, he still had no idea wbout where exactly the prisioner he was meant to find could be. Asking more guards was now risky. Not necesseraly because of the possibility of getting caught, but rather some other factors, such as running into another lifeless statue, which would mean a major time-loss, OR, having to listen to someone rambling on about somehing which would also mean a heap of time wasted. George trutted down the stairs, quite sure in that he'll find the hostage fast, so he can still make it to the rendezvous point. Once he was down there, a middle-aged looking man in a lab-coat approached him. "This has got to be Dave" he thought, and he was right. The man in the labcoat really was Dave. He seemed to be in quite a hurry, speed-walking towards George. "Finally you're here! What took you so long?!" he demanded. George was once again a bit startled and trying to come up with something clever used up all his mind's capacity to think, leaving no room for placeholder speech. "It doesn't matter. Follow me! This is urgent!" and with that, Doc(?) Dave grabbed George's arm, and dragged him across the hallway. The cellar had a few prision cell looking rooms, with the barred doors and everything. The next room was much bigger, and looked like it was the place where Dave would work.
Still, they did not stop here, rushing straight through the lab, and into the next area. It was a very samall room, with only a door and a key-card reader next to it. "You get our friend out of there, and take him to one of the guest bedrooms." George, once again was completely caught off guard by what he just heared, but it didn't matter really. What mattered, is that his enemies have brought him exactly where he needed to be. "To the third floor right?" he asked. He though this might clear him of supicion if he goes back up, and escapes the exact same way he came. "Why, there are guest rooms on other floors too? Of course to the third floor! Now go!" and with the swipe of his card, the door opened.
Inside was a lady, in a one-piece bodysuit. She seemed to be in her late twenties, wavy, atomic blonde hair reaching only her shoulders only. Beautiful blue eyes, and bodily curves worthy of aphrodite, only exaggerated by the body-suit. George had to close his mouth because it fell open upon seeing who he came to rescue. Thankfully he still had a mask covering the lower part of his face. The women looked up, wearing a pretty disgusted expression. To her, this thug was just another asshole who came to make her life more miserable. After properly cuffing her, George led the blonde out of the room. Once they were out of Dave's earshot, he took his mask off. "Trust me. I'm not one of them." he said. Just for the hell of it, he liked to keep his identity ambiguous for a short while. "Why the hell would I trust you?!" the blonde replied "And what the fuck do you mean by not being one of them