Mason skids around a corner as the big guy comes after him. Where he grabs the corner, oil gushes out, splattering the floor. He gets to work on an escape tunnel, right through the walls.
He'd feel so much more confident about this plan if he could see clearly out of both eyes and hadn't already had to sacrifice his shirt. Running for your life half-naked was just awkward.
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