Dr. NoSleep (host)

But in their line of business, certain efforts have to be made.

Skinny Pip knows that Big Man understands this, because they always complete the task given to them, no matter how strenuous.

It's just Big Man's way, always complaining about something.

You need me to carry you over my shoulders?

Skinny Pip asks.

This punches big man's pride right in the bullocks.

The huge man's glare intensifies, and after half a second, he starts moving down the stairs once more.

So far down, Big Man mutters as he suffers through the descent.

Once they finally achieve their destination, Big Man sucks in a biome's worth of oxygen, then wipes the remaining sweat from his forehead, straightens his suit, and pounds on the door in front of him while Skinny Pip stands off to the side, his hand in his own suit, ready with his pistol if needed.

There's no answer.

Big Man looks sideways at Skinny Pip.

Skinny Pip shrugs and frowns.

Big Man growls low, then pounds on the door once again.

It opens before he can withdraw his fist.

A moment, if you will, gentlemen, an old woman says as she holds a rat in her hands.

She smiles at Big Man, then leans in, whispers in the rat's ear, and sets it on the ground.

Tell your friends.

The rat squeaks and scurries off to the stairs, heading deeper into the bowels of London, bounding down each step with an intensity that startles Big Man and Skinny Pip.

Did you just talk to a rat?

Big Man asks.