Time until Azul's contract expires: Two days
Lunch break
Finding a way to tear up an unbreakable contract? Sweet! It's def underhanded, but hey.
That approach does seem like it would have a far better prospect of working. I have to agree with Ace here, though.
Aw, shaddup! If we stick to our morals, we'll be stuck with morays!
That, and Azul's group cast the first stone.
Can we maybe not say the same thing over and over?
Brrr. Just remembering those twins chasin' us around in the water gives me the shivers!
Rgh. If only blastcycles worked underwater. Then they would've been eating my dust!
Uh-huh. Suuure, Loosey-Deucey. So... Mermen, huh.
I remember Leona referring to him as a "cephalo-punk," for what that's worth.
As in, cephalopod? So is he, like, an octo-merman?
Myah! If he got a bunch of legs in the water, he'd be even more dangerous than the morays!
No kiddin'. Which is why we're trying to brainstorm an approach that doesn't involve fighting them on their own turf.
Where does Azul keep the contract scrolls?
Our first job is locating the contract scroll.
That vault in the VIP room did stand out like a sore thumb...
Great! There's our angle. Let's sneak into Octavinelle right now!
Nobody should be there on lunch break before the lounge opens. Let's go.
The coast is clear. Okay, boys, follow me!
Looks like you were right. There's not a soul in sight.
The vault's double-locked. It needs a passcode and a key.
Shoot!
Ah, crud. Quick, hide!
So...cramped... Jack, why you gotta be so big?!
Now, then...
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