The Strike Team shuffled about the dark vault car. A few coughs, but mostly, they strained to hear anyone moving suspiciously.
SM4PT1 attempted to move about, feeling around for switches. The few he found did nothing. FInally, he found a port and plugged his commlink in. It was dead. No hacking his way out of this one. As he sighed, something metallic touched his neck.
On the other side of the car, Crocubot sat impatiently, opening and closing his mechanical claws.
Click-click-click-click. Click-click-click-click. Click-click-click-click.
He felt someone’s breath next to him.
Click-click-click- “Who’s th–”
A memory flashed through the two freedom fighters’ minds.
“Hey Croc, you going on that mission, today?” SM4PT1 asked.
“Yeah, care to join me?”
“Ha, not on the inside, but I’d gladly provide some surveillance.”
“You can be my Otacon anytime.”
“Wow. Nerd.”
A few hours later, Crocubot was lying on a rooftop, planting a detonator.
“Are you sure about this information, Croc? There could be civis inside,” said SM4PT1’s voice over the radio.
“That’s the kind of price I’ll have to live with, Smap. This guy killed my mom.”
“Your… crocodi–”
“NOT MY CROCODILE MOM, YOU ASS. My adoptive mom.” Croc tried to control his reaction as he rappelled down the building.
“Still, someone else’s mom could be in that building. There has to be a better way.”
Crocubot unclipped his rope and began walking away from the building. “This is the way it’s happening, Smap. If you’re not cool with that, you can just cut comms now.”
-Click-
Crocubot waited a minute, then silently flipped the switch on the detonator. He walked away as the apartment building crumbled into a singularity.
“Oh,” escaped SM4PT1’s lips as his brain shut down.
The lights flipped on a few minutes later. The team discovered the dead bodies of Crocubot and SM4PT1. A summary analysis from Selina revealed that they were in fact Freedom Fighters.
Smapti/SM4PT1 is dead. He was a Freedom Fighter [Vanilla Town].
Mac/Crocubot is dead. He was a Freedom Fighter [Vanilla Town].
Crocubot was the Vindictive Killer’s Mark. The killer was not sated.
Players:
Creeper – Jimmy Witcher – Deception Master
snugs – Doctor Roombina – Vacuum Cleaner
Video – Taylor Vid – Hard-bitten Dataminer
Lindsay – Zenon Kar – Girl of the 21st Century
Mac – Crocubot – Crocodile Cyborg
Zecko – Samantha Zecko – Explosion-happy Mechanic
Owen – Crushinator – Rural Moon Robut
McNeal – Holstead Haliptrix – Highborn Punchmaster
Thoughts – Leah Lemma – Mech-obsessed Engineer
Flaxon – Beatrix Isolde – Well-dressed Spymaster
Qweef – Quentin Larson – Weird Biker Dude
TCRM – Konrad – Taoist Assassin
Smapti – SM4PT1 – World-class Hacker
Dr. Nick – Nick Valentine – Cop Turned Cyborg Private Eye
Jake – Jake Doe – Female Amnesiac
Sub – Subaru Sahara – Future Sexy Robot Murderer
Roles:
3 System Agents (Mafia Goons)
1 System NeuroHacker (Mafia Roleblocker)
74 Freedom Fighters (Vanilla Townies)
1 Tragic Fan (One-sided lover Townie*)
1 Analyst (Cop)
1 MedTec (Doctor)
1 Chronologist (Jailkeeper)
1 Vindictive Killer (Serial Killer**, Immune to Investigation)
*Tragic Fan has one townie with whom they share a one-sided bond. If that person dies, they kill themselves.
**Vindictive Killer was hunting a specific player. Their mark was killed before they killed them. They have become a standard Serial Killer.
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