Down in the basement, Death Otter grabbed her go-back and slung it over her shoulder, then picked up the acid samples that Bukowski had left her as well. She took a moment to trail her fingertips affectionately over her desktop-sized number crunching computer, then yanked the panel on the side open and pulled the hard drive off it's quick release rail. That went in the go-bag too.
There'd been more gunshots upstairs. Hopefully that was the teen-gang finishing off Garvey. If not, she had a fun little present for her. Man, she hoped they left Keihn alive though. It'd really suck not having a brain to pick at the end of this.
Funny how things seemed least real, when they were getting MOST real.
Whistling to herself, Death Otter headed back upstairs to get this party FINISHED so they could get on with more IMPORTANT things.