DeathMatch: Tournament of Blood

[Entaru]

"It was just a thought," Y said disapointedly.  He had hoped that he might have some fun with the suspects.  Oh, well...it was worth a shot.

"I'm sorry to say that I can't help in this matter then.  I'll get right to work on the investigation and let you know if anything turns up."  Y turned and left the office.  Y closed the door behind him and looked around non-chalantly and saw Arrant.

"Ah, hello again Arrant." Speaking loud enough for Kain to hear.  He had not met Arrant yet but his imposter had.  In fact he had restrained the urge to say 'So you must be the new meat'.  "Mr. Kain has been looking for you.  If you'll excuse me, I have some work to do.  Lets hope next time we meet in the Arena we wont be interrupted by a riot."  Y waved maliciously as he made his way to the skybox for the second time.

[Arrant]

"Hmpf...he seems a little friendlier than his first impression implies..." Arrant walked into Kain's office holding a piece of paper. "I want to put an order for a new suit on the blackmarket. Here's most of what's left of my money. Enough for the x46 battlesuit, some vodka, and a tip if you make the purchase. I'll expect either a new suit and some drinks or a large wad of money at my cell by tomorrow." With that, he left the room to Spike's cell, to tell them about the conversation he had overheard.

[Armalite_]

Spike sat on the floor opposite to his bed inside his cell. He had propped himself up against the wall to face Kitt while they shared his pear brandy and talked with eachother. Spike lit up a cigarette and looked around the inside of his cell that was decorated with drawings, blue prints for custom weapons and armor, and even souvenier bones from his past opponents (or victims) that he had been in contest with. There was a knocking on his cell door. He gestured to Kitt to put the mask back on before he quickly stood up. "State your business." Spike said to the stranger pounding on his cell door. He was hoping to hear Arrant's voice.

[Arrant]

"We know you're holding Kitt in there, come out willingly and nobody gets killed," Arrant said, faking one of the guards' voices.

[Armalite_]

Spike looked at Kitt and narrowed his eyes. "You got the wrong cell, buddy." Spike replied before bent down on the floor and quickly dug around under his bed. He pulled out a frag grenade. Spike pulled the pin to the grenade and held the spoon in place so it wouldn't detonate. He looked at Kitt but couldn't see the expression of terror behind his visor. "Get behind the door when I open it." Spike ordered. Spike approached the door, still clenching the grenade in his hand. He pulled the large metal lever on his door and the door clicked open. Kitt was already in place. Spike quickly pulled the door open to see Arrant standing there. Spike was wide eyed and looked down at the grenade he was holding. He quickly struggled to put the pin back in place before his fingers slipped of the spoon. "Arrant, you freaking idiot, I almost killed you!" He said, slipping the pin back into the grenade. "What are you trying to do, get yourself killed? Get in here!" Spike said, pulling him into the cell and slamming the door closed behind himself. Spike heaved a sigh, dropped the grenade to the floor, and kicked it under his bed. "Well what news do you bring us this fine evening?" Spike asked Arrant while lighting another cigarette.

[KittKat chunky~]

Kitt pulled off the helmet, ruffling his fur with one paw... "christ it's hot in there..." he sat down on the bed, kicking up his feet against the wall nearest the door... "yeah Arrant.. spill the beans man" Kitt pulled out his hipflask, downing a mouthfull, watching Arrant closely...

[Gabag]

"I don't buy your crap for you newblood, get your own supplies or quit" Kain spat as Arrant left before sending the money back to Arrant's account.

[Arrant]

"They saw the whole scene. Kitt isn't the only wanted man, some cameras in the halls caught me when I slit the guard's neck back a little while ago. Chances are they saw you knock him unconscious too. We're all wanted. Mr. Yellow was also talking about torture, which although was rejected by Kain, the idea's still there. Not a fun idea, either. He also mentioned something about launching an investigation, and when he left the room something was a little off. Something about Y just isn't right..." Arrant spat at the ground, then pulled out some vodka and began drinking. "But that's not important now. We can't show our faces here. For all we know, the guards could be coming for us as we speak. Does anyone know someone we can trust? We can't stay here, and we sure can't just go about our normal schedule." Arrant took a swig, then went into a deep silence.

[Armalite_]

Spike took a drag of his cigarette. He looked down at the floor and leaned against the wall while smoke billowed from his nosrils as he exhaled. "I've got nobody in mind. But we can't just leave Blaire in the dark either. She's in as much danger as we are." He said before taking another drag.

[Arrant]

"Very well. Where is Blaire's cell from here?" Arrant began shuffling through his backpack.

[Chrono Blackwyng]

Chrono grins from frill to frill as he reaches for a Phone and gets Blaire's cell number, calling her up in only a few minutes...

[Entaru]

Y floated just above the ground as he entered the skybox.  The smell and color of blood filled the room.

It was intoxicating.

Y closed his false eyes and "breathed" deeply, trying to fill his sensors with the wonderful smell, as waves of pleasure flowed through every nanite.  All one trillion of them.  As Y reopened his eyes he was reminded that he was here for business, not pleasure.   Y looked about the room with mild disinterest as he began his "investigation"

As he searched the room, he was also searching his database for a likely candidate to pin the murder on.  The Arena was a large business and didn't have many so the list was short.  In fact, Y could find only two.

One was called Brimstone Enterprises.  They were a weapons contractor, and had almost gone out of business when war was abolished.  However mercenaries and bounty hunters were still about so they maintained until the Arena showed up.   As bitter as they were about the Arena taking their main source of income by providing these people with weapons and people to use them against, they were spineless.  In fact their political weight had diminished to the point where they might as well have been a Third World Company.  Pinning the murder on them would destroy them but would accomplish nothing to further the Arena.

They were useless.

The other was DataDyne.  Not only did they survive the abolishment, they thrived.  With their tree-hugger origins, the abolishment allowed its reputation to spread like a plague.  They despised the Arena, because of its brutality and dependence on human suffering.  DataDyne was the leading supplier of eco-friendly appliances and vehicles and the smiling face of what Y hated most. 

Safe, happy, and peaceful organics.

They were even partially responsible for him.  They had built nanites to clean up oil spills and unclog arteries.  His own nanites were descended from those.  In fact they had been furious when they found that the science team had used the plans to make a weapon to fight in the Arena.  Incredibly furious.  If the murder was pinned on them, then the company would fall.  Their virgin white reputation would be stained forever with the blood of the scientists.  They wouldn't dare oppose the Arena then...

Y had found the scapegoat...

Y quickly began to fabricate evidence pointing to DataDyne.  His nanites had their work cut out for them, but they would build unrefutable evidence in the Arena's favor.

DataDyne would fall...

[Armalite_]

Spike looked up at Arrant. "It's in the next cell block over...She wasn't lucky enough to get into solitary." Spike said with a smile. He walked over to his shelf and pulled off his primary weapon from it's metal stand. He held the MG3 heavy machine gun in his right arm and pulled a chain of ammo off a rail next to the shelf with his left hand before flinging it over his shoulder. "Right then, let's go." Spike said, putting his cigarette out on the wall.

[Arrant]

"Hmpf. Doesn't sound very easy. Let's try stealth before fighting. Surely we will run into guards, but we can at least postpone the inevitable. Should Kitt stay here?" Arrant pulls a spare silencer out and attaches it to his rifle, then finishes his vodka and sets it down next to him.

[Armalite_]

Spike gave an appalled look. "What? I was going for stealth." He pulled the large Winchester Bowe knife out from his belt and flashed it to Arrant. "This," he held up the machine gun, "is for when the inevitable occurs." Then Spike stopped and thought for a moment. "You know what? You're right." He walked back to the shelf and put the machine gun away. He bent down under his bed and pulled out a "silenced" weapon. He brandished a wooden baseball bat complete with 9 inch nails spiked through the end. He pointed the nailed end at Arrant. Some dried blood, fur, and pieces of flesh still clung to the end of the rusting nails. "I think this might be better."

Spike then looked at Kitt. "It's probably best that he does. Nobody knows he's in here so I don't think anyone would check the inside of my cell...It could give them nightmares." He winked.