Back in the Upper Corridor to search for the last doctor, the monitor switched on the sick pony.
“Oh, I’m not sure I could keep it a secret any longer! I’ve got two old friends coming to the party: One of them is just terrified of you without any hello! The other…well, let’s just say he’ll be in a surprise when he sees you, as you will see him.” Mane-iac announced giddily and mentioned of two more suspects that I didn’t know.
I walk down the corridor and spotted another purple box laid out. I walked cautiously and used Detective Vision to spot anything dangerous. Likewise, the box burst open and more of those plastic, chattering, faux teeth pop out with a small green gas alongside. I shook my head in slight annoyance of this tedious joke. I ignored the bad joke and follow the yellow line that leads back to the entrance of the Upper Corridor. I followed the blue and red lines and split to follow the lone blue line.
“When Amadeus Arkham built this fine institution, few would have believed it could be the premiere psychiatric evaluation and rehabilitation center it has become. Everypony knows the stories of the various so-called ‘super criminals’ who’ve been treated here, but that’s only half of the story. Our low security wings offered normal but troubled individuals a safe haven for recovery. We represent all medical specialties and offered a wide range of medical, surgical, diagnostic and wellness programs.”
I followed the blue path and heard a rough voice at the end of a corner that leads inside the Observation Room.
“Who’s the guard?” a thug asked.
“That mean son of a heifer-“the thug didn’t respond as a batarang hit his head, knocking him down.
“It’s the Bat!” he shouted. I simply punch him three times and knock him down. I performed a Ground Takedown on the knocked down thug and did the same to the second one. I open the door and enter a short path that leads to the Patient Observation room.
In front, two guards are taunting a brown Earth pony on the other side of the control room of the Observation room. The guard has an iron hook on his left frontal hoof, the name is Aaron Cash. He looks ticked off at the taunting thugs.
“Hey, boss, it’s done. The room is full of gas and Officer Hook is stuck in there. Thing is, Razor didn’t get out in time, he stuck in there too,” a thug calling on a walkie talkie informed.
“Well, that will teach him to dilly-dally. Don’t let anypony out of there, even Razor. He’s failed me and I don’t like failures,” Mane-iac replied. Same, I threw a batarang at a thug and surprised the thug that was talking on a walkie talkie.
“She’s here!” the thug shouted. I punched him three times and this gains Cash’s approval.
“Yeah, go Batmare!” he cheered. I finished the squabble easily and looked at Cash. In the control room is a doctor, most likely if not, Dr. Kellerman. On the other side of the control room, I spotted the familiar and sickening appearance of the green chemical gas Mane-iac creates. Luckily, it’s on the other side, but I don’t know how long the room can withstand the gas seeping in the cracks or ventilation ducts to choke on these two.
“Cash, what happened?” I asked.
“There was an alarm in Medical. I heard somepony shouting and found the doctor lying on the floor. When I went to help him, the room was flooded with gas. These doors are locked down, we can’t get out, don’t know how long we can last,” Cash explained.
“How brave, let’s give Mr. Cash a great big hoof! He could use one,” somepony on the intercom joked horribly. A voice we did not want to hear.
“You’ll be laughing out of your butt when I get out of here!” Cash barked.
“Lighten up, homes, I’m just messing with you,” Mane-iac reassured.
“Can’t wait to return the favor,” Cash said angrily.
“Leave it, Cash. Can you control the ventilation system in there?” I ordered and asked, ending their squabble.
“Tried, it’s a no go. She’s disabled remote access,” Cash replied.
“I’ll find a way,” I said. I looked above and spotted a ledge I could grapple. I grappled up and saw a grate that’ll lead a duct that will enter the top of the Observation Room. I pulled the grate off and crawled in the duct.
“You’ve got to help us! You can clear the gas in the room but the doctor and I need to get out of here,” Cash exclaimed.
I pushed the grate at the exit and stood up. I’m at a walkway of ducts above the familiar, sickening, foul blanket of death and insanity. There are gaps that I could not glide without risking falling in the blanket. On the far end of the room, above a miniscule building, the thug that those two and Mane-iac mentioned, Razor, a griffon, is clinging on the dear life on a rope that is dangling above the roof of the building and the blanket.
Like in the Decontamination room, there are three control panels that can be turned on with a Batarang to filter and eliminate the green gas. I walk to an area on the walkway and spotted a panel on the bottom level with the blabbermouths chattering. I threw a batarang at the control panel and a section of the room filters the gas, giving me a clear view.
“Batmare, I don’t know if you can hear this, Board’s showing power to Fan One,” Aaron said on the intercom. As the section around Fan One’s area is clear enough for breathing and safe passage, I jumped across the walkways to avoid plummeting below to reach Fan Two’s area.
“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Razor asked frighteningly. “I’m too far up, if I fall, I’ll get hurt real bad!”
I glided over to the other end of the room and landed on a cage that is protecting smaller fans. I spotted another control panel on my right side on the bottom with more of those teeth chattering. I threw a batarang at the panel and Fan Two began to filter the room 2/3 of the way.
“Power to Fan Two, she’s doing it, Doc! We’ll be out of here soon, stay cool,” Aaron said to Kellerman.
I used Detective Vision to find Fan Three’s panel and it is in the small building. The only problem is that roof is not accessible for me to use my Explosive Gel. So I looked at Razor, who is still hanging, above the weak roof. I sighed heavily, I promised myself that I would save anypony, good or evil, those who deserved to live and doesn’t.
Quickly as I could, I throw a batarang at the rope and Razor drops on the roof and straight through the weak roof, destroying it and landing on the floor. As he begins to cackle insanely and sickly, I threw a batarang with an instant reaction at the control panel to activate Fan Three’s power to filter the gas and clear the room completely.
“All three fans are green, we’ve got full power. Room should be empty any time now,” Aaron stated. Inside the booth, Aaron and Kellerman exit out to breath the clean air and Kellerman leaned on a pillar, gasping for clean air. He’ll be fine for a few minutes.
“Surprise surprise, Batmare arrives just in the nick of time. Next time, Cash, I’ll just shoot you and be done with it,” the demented pony announced.