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Light in the Darkness: Facet and Foreigner
Facet waits for her teammate to arrive before proceeding, while Foreigner continues his meandering tour of the area, but eventually the two meet up. The darkness proves no match for Foreigner's brilliant light, and with the abyssal darkness banished the two proceed into the exhibit. It isn't long until you spot the bomb, tucked away in a corner hidden from the entrance to the exhibit. As you apprach, though, a black blade whips past Foreigner's face a few inches from his nose, striking the far wall with a clatter. You turn just in time to see a shadowed blur duck around the corner and out of sight, what looks like a curved sword held in one hand.

Moments later the only sign you aren't alone in the Aquarium's basement exhibit is the black throwing knife on the floor. You might have been tempted to pursue, but your balance is thrown off as the floor jumps briefly, a massive explosion rocking the building and sending unattended objects crashing to the floor.

One Bomb Down: Arthropod and Kid Collier
With Kid Collier playing defense, Arthropod has enough time to introduce some of his bugs to the bomb's electronics, their mandibles chewing a few crucial wires into submission. The timer winks out, and the threat seems to be past. Acula's voice thunders over the loudspeaker. "You dare to dizrezpect ze great Doctor Moraeu? Ze fazher of mad biology? Unacceptable!"

Out of nowhere, three more of the shark-men you saw outside burst through the door, each just a little bit different but no less burly. Meanwhile, the track-suited octapus springs back into action, less perturbed by being shoved aside by Kid Collier than you might hope. You are, at least for the moment, surrounded.

The entire structure rattles, and you can hear a massive explosion not far away.

Boom!: Maria
Your trap puts an end to the Demalion, ripping its smoky form to pieces that slowly evaporate into nothingness, faintly screaming in impotent fury. The blast sends shrapnel flying through the area, shattering all the display windows. Cold-weather birds squawk in distress and begin flying around the room, seeking an exit, as the blaswave rattles the entire building, a crack spreading through the concrete floor from the centre of the blast.

For all the havoc, your eyes are srawn to the bomb. Or, the cannister of gas that made up one part of it. A gleaming piece of shrapnel is lodged in it, baleful green gas slowly hissing out around it. As the ringing in your ears slowly fades, you hear no immediate response from Acula. Is it because you scared him into submission, or because you blew the room's speaker system to kingdom come? Hard to say. But you've definitely shut him up.

Of course, that ruptured cannister of gas is probably not a good sign. One of the penguins, braver than the rest, waddles up and starts to try to climb past the broken glass and out of its enclosure.