(sigh, I have no excuse but work again; I'm'a try and pick up the pace again)<br/><br/>That was fast! Derple was all smiles as she picked the right key after only one (minor) mistake on her team's part! And... were those her keys?! Yes; Derple was rolling in luck now! At least as much as you could given she was being forced into a morally bankrupt wargame for the Aztlan elites...<br/><br/>...that sounded strangely intelligent for a moment. This distraction of her own thoughts for but a moment was enough such that when she was paying attention again she was being covered with blue smoke... gas... something. That was bad, that<em>had</em>to be bad...<br/><br/>"Leave!" Derple announced, grabbing the contents of the locker and booking it quickly, before the gas had a long time to set in or whatever it was gonna do.<br/><br/>Once she was outside, it was time to disperse some of the gear, with Derple certainly keeping the keys. A couple of minuts pass and... well, Annie is saying there's a problem. Derple is confused as to what and why, considering they were in a gigantic problem for the moment...<br/><br/>"Oh... ooohhh..." Derple realizes that the woman is now furiously masturbating, making her blush. "So that was what the gas did... maybe... uh..."<br/><br/>Derple wasn't terribly sure what to do now except, well...<br/><br/>"Uh... should... should we help?" Derple asks, unable to glance away. "I don't know if it is the gas or the darts but... uh..."