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The Teleporter is a new, emergent piece of technology you have...ahem. Acquired, just for this mission. Apparently it’s very simple and easy to use, and especially convenient to get into places you have absolutely no reason being in.
Well, you do have a reason to be in the Bank Vault. You’re broke as hell and need some moolah. That’s a good enough reason, right?
No time like the present. You looked at the instructions for about five minutes before you left, you think you’ve got this. Set it to relative direction, forward 10 feet, up 3 feet, because you don’t want to teleport INTO a bag of money, just ONTO the bags of money, and GO.
The device vibrates in your hand, calculating the information provided via its various interfaces. Apparently it may need to do some testing teleports before the real thing to evaluate direction, so you brace yourself.
Your stomach lurches as you are structurally decompiled and the world begins to shimmer away from you. Oh, that’s unpleasant. 3/5 stars, that’s a bug that needs fixing. Were these the test teleports, or-
Without warning, you no longer occupy the space you used to. After a short lapse in vision, you’re...forward and to the right a few paces. Then, back and to the left. Your vision stretches and, for a moment, you see the blue horizon instead of the Bank.
Then, the Bank is all you can see.
It doesn’t...hurt. It feels like your arm and entire lower body were just enveloped by cool concrete. Your left hand is still holding the teleporter somewhere in there. You might’ve entered the wrong directions, or this thing might be a hunk of junk.
You pat the wall a few times. Solid.
Welp.