Dec 10, 2017 The Maze Runner DVD. Maze Runner: The Death Cure: Dylan O'brien On The Journey With The Rest Of The Cast. 20th Century Fox Pictures. The only downside is that the female character has little relevance, either stick with the 'Lord of the Flies' style or don't. But that is the only downside to a fun slice of action.
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I can tell you were attempting to go for the morbid sense of humor here, and if that was what you were shooting for, it comes through. However, I'd HIGHLY recommend adding some sound effects (maybe the shark going 'om nom nom tastes like looser' or something akin to that) and have the music much less prominent.The way you have it now, the deaths are mildly funny, but there isn't really anything that causes them to stand out the way that you would expect and hope for in a game based on repetition like this one.Still, it was a fun time killer, though I was never able to beat 160 points:/.
Chapter 6
The exit to the labyrinth was only a few turns away. The three stories of the manor house loomed over them now. Rita panicked as the snarling and barking rose in volume.
'Steed! The dogs are here! You'll have to shoot!'
Steed shook his head and continued limping as quickly as he could. 'We can't afford to use any bullets on the dogs. The dogs aren't armed. The men waiting for us at the manor will be. Keep moving as fast as you can.'
Rita turned her head to see how quickly the pursuit was gaining. She was alarmed at what she saw. The guard that they had previously incapacitated was now running after them, less than thirty yards away, with the mastiffs nipping at his heels. Rita recalled that his last memory of her would not be a pleasant one; in fact, she was surprised he was able to move at all.
'Steed, I don't know what you expect to meet ahead of us, but it can't be any worse than what's behind!' she shouted.
They rounded the final turn.
Steed leaped out of the maze and tucked into a roll that brought him to a low cement wall. Without thinking, Rita duplicated Steed's maneuver; it must have been an instinct she retained from her brief training. A rapid volley of gunshots swept the rear patio of the manor house as she crawled over to Steed, panting. Steed rose briefly and fired two shots. This must have alarmed the gunmen stationed around the patio; they had not expected the maze escapees to be armed. The shooting stopped.
Steed took a second to adjust the rope tourniquet around his calf. He was in obvious pain. Rita peeked over the wall, and saw that the gunmen were now crawling across the patio, overlapping their movements so they could provide covering fire if needed. In two or three seconds the guard and mastiffs would emerge from the maze. She and Steed were going to be trapped, surrounded, and killed.
Luck was on their side. The guard dashed out of the maze, followed by the mastiffs. The dogs immediately attacked the gunmen on the patio who had been approaching Steed and Rita's position. The scene was chaos and confusion for a minute while the enemy waited for the dog handler to come and control the animals. When he finally arrived, he blew on a high-pitched tin whistle, and the dogs immediately obeyed.
During this time, Steed and Rita had crawled to the end of the low cement wall. A sprint of twenty yards separated them from the rear door of the manor.
'Head for that door,' Steed directed her. 'I'll use two shots for suppressing fire. The last two can cover us in case you have to pick the lock. Do you have your picks?'
Rita pulled off one of her cloisonne clips, and removed the metal lockpicks. 'The fastest I've ever picked a lock is thirty seconds,' she said balefully.
Steed gave her a wry grin. 'I'm hoping that the threat of instant death will spur you to a new record.' He readied the weapon, and nodded to her.
'Now!'
Rita sprinted for the door as Steed fired the first two shots. The return fire was concentrated on Steed's position. He waited five seconds until he saw Rita working the lock, then dashed over to join her. He fired another shot, then the final shot just as he heard the lock click. Rita threw the door open and rolled inside, with Steed just behind. They were in a kitchen, and it was deserted.
'The gun is empty,' said Steed. 'We need to find a weapon, fast.'
They darted up a staircase and through some open double doors into a massive entry hall. Even Steed seemed surprised as they looked around the room.
The walls were covered with an impressive collection of historical weapons. There were lances, maces, and Oriental shuriken; there was even a scimitar, taken from some fallen Saracen, no doubt. A crossbow with several bolts was on the far wall. Steed started across the room for it, recognizing it as the weapon with the greatest range.
At nearly the same instant, Penbrough rushed into the room, brandishing a scimitar of his own. He must have been watching the whole battle from the upstairs window, just as Steed had predicted earlier. Steed couldn't make it to the crossbow now; Penbrough intercepted him, and he was forced to retreat towards the wall.
Rita remembered Steed's advice from Wootton Bassett, and she immediately ran to the opposite wall, in order to force Penbrough to face two separate targets.
'Looking for a weapon?' Penbrough gloated. 'It won't matter. I can kill both of you, with any weapons you choose. You two have caused me great inconvenience. I would have rather you fallen at the jaws of my pets, but it will be even better for you to die by my own hand.' He swung the scimitar in a swooping arc over his head. 'It was I—I!—who killed your Mr. Blackpoole.'
Penbrough turned to address Rita. 'Did Steed ever show you the pictures of Blackpoole? Or tell you how he met his untimely demise?'
Both Steed and Rita were backing away slowly, trying to get within reach of the abundance of weapons which lined the walls. Neither spoke.
'He was decapitated.' Penbrough's eyes were wild with insanity. 'By this very weapon I'm holding.'
'Then it is right that we should want vengeance,' Steed said evenly.
Steed was still several feet away from any weapon. Penbrough lunged at him, then backed off again in a feint. He laughed maniacally.
Rita continued slowly backing towards the wall, never taking her eyes off the mad swordsman. He spun around to face her briefly, but then spun back to face Steed. She continued stepping backwards, groping with her hands, since she was reluctant to turn her head for even a second.
Suddenly, the back of Rita's thigh bumped into a writing desk. The front door of a storage compartment fell open with a thump, and Penbrough turned at the sound. The compartment contained a gun. Penbrough immediately charged at Rita, waving the scimitar over his head in a psychotic frenzy. Steed had no weapon, but he ran after Penbrough, perhaps hoping to tackle him before he decapitated the young literature research expert.
Rita grabbed the gun from the compartment and fumbled with it. Her next decision was immediate; she took the gun, her only weapon, and sent it skating across the floor on a line directly at her attacker, towards Steed some twenty feet away. The gun passed at high speed perilously close to Penbrough's feet as he bore down on her with the scimitar. Then it was past him, heading towards Steed, who was running to meet it, favoring his injured left leg.
In a single smooth motion, Steed scooped up the gun, chambered a round, flicked off the safety, and fired a shot at Penbrough's leg. Penbrough staggered and broke his stride at the exact moment he reached Rita. It was just enough to allow her to grab the wrist that held the deadly blade and stop him from swinging it down upon her. She executed a quick judo toss that caused the scimitar to fly from his grasp and sent him headlong into the desk. Penbrough slumped to the floor.
Steed came to a halt next to her. He bent down to make sure Penbrough was no longer a danger, nor in any danger of bleeding to death. The bullet had just grazed the outside of Penbrough's right thigh. He turned to face Rita.
'Miss Fox,' Steed said in amazement. 'You sent me the gun.'
'I'd never seen that model before, didn't know how to work it,' Rita confessed. 'I figured it would be best if it were in your hands.'
Steed simply nodded. 'I'm not often surprised, Miss Fox. But today, you have surprised me.'
Rita smiled brilliantly. 'In a good way, I hope?'
'Yes,' Steed agreed amiably. 'In a good way.'
-oOo-
There was a knock at the door. Steed limped across the floor of his apartment and opened up to see Rita standing there. She was dressed in a black-and-white plaid flannel skirt and brown leather calf boots, with a blue ribbon tied around the collar of a starched white blouse. Her red hair was held simply in place by the two cloisonne clips.
'I just wondered if you've heard anything more about our investigation,' Rita began meekly, 'as well as my job.'
Steed smiled broadly as he motioned Rita into the apartment.
'The leak at Whitehall has been found and plugged,' he announced.
'Why did he help Penbrough escape in the first place?'
'Our wringer claims that Penbrough's escape had only one purpose: to allow him to kill the two of us. The leak at the Ministry felt certain our investigation was leading back to him, and he knew that Penbrough had become psychotic in his desire for revenge,' Steed explained. 'The interrogation methods that were used may have contributed to that,' he added.
'Penbrough did seem to have quite a superiority complex,' Rita agreed.
'Fortunately for us, the internal investigation of the escape led back to the leak. Turns out it was someone in the higher echelon. They wouldn't even tell me the name.'
'So the Head of Operations isn't going to cashier me?' Rita asked hopefully.
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'There's no way he can deny that our investigation led to the unraveling of the whole scheme. And since the enemy turned out to be home-grown, the Ministry wants to hush up the whole affair. Your job as literature research expert is safe, for the time being.'
Rita put her arms around Steed's neck in a warm embrace, and they both winced at their fresh wounds. 'Nothing against your work, Steed, but I look forward to getting out of the field and back into the library.'
Steed smiled as he disengaged her arms. 'So this brings to a close the entire Bookhounds affair.'
Rita noticed an unfamiliar leather-bound volume on the coffee table. She picked it up.
'What's this?'
'Matthews' 1922 book on mazes and labyrinths. You know, technically, we were in a maze,' Steed explained. 'A labyrinth has only a single path from the outside to the center, with no false branchings. You can get tired in a labyrinth, but never lost.'
'I stand corrected.'
'Please sit. Neither of us should be doing much standing for a couple of days.'
Steed used a cane with an ornately carved gold head to propel himself over to the bar. He filled two glasses, and then limped back to sit on the couch. Rita curled up opposite him, her right leg dangling over the edge. Steed kept his bandaged left leg extended.
'We look like bookends.' Steed offered Rita a tall glass of champagne.
'In case you want to continue your experiments with imbibing,' he added innocently.
Rita smiled warmly, looked deep into his eyes, and took a generous swallow.
'We learn by doing,' she remarked.
-oOo-
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