Colin swiped a croquet mallet and bonked the guard over the head with it. Lana followed it up with a kick to the groin. And Colin spun in the air before dishing out another bash with his improvised hammer.
The word “Style” popped up on the crystal ball display.
“Wha?” went Lynn.
Shelby simply shrugged as Colin and Lana tossed the guy into the bushes, picking up the tooth he lost.
The pair slip in through the open door and use the guard’s key card to open the door to the security room.
“Alright, fellas.” A guard called out as he lead a group of four others into the room, “Wings on me.”
Colin And Lana awkwardly locked eyes with them.
“Welp, they’re screwed.” Lynn said.
“No they aren’t.” Shelby said, “Look.”
“Oh yeah, they are trying something....” Lynn said as she watched them move their arms.