[color=#008080;]Mr. Shadowed One, my good friend, I did this just for you. A beautiful scene, albeit lacking in the gratuitous murder that was given for Xaeraz. We ran out of that. But maybe you'll enjoy it just the same.[/color]
[color=#008080;]It's too bad nobody important for the Village seems to want to cough cough cough cough coguh skdfbksdfg[/color]
Mafia III: Scene VI
“Who do you think we should kill?” asked Ancient as he and the Shadowed One strolled down Ninth Street, shotguns in hand.
“I think we should kill #15. He’s suspicious.”
“We don’t even know who he is!”
“Well, yeah, but he’s suspicious.”
“How is somebody suspicious if we don’t even know who they are?! Actually, on top of that, how do we kill them?!”
“Well, how have we killed anyone else?”
Ancient paused to think about it, and the Shadowed One walked several steps before realizing his final pawn wasn’t with him.
“I guess you have a point.” Ancient conceded, jogging to catch up with the Master of Blades. “So what now?”
“Well, I dunno. Now that I think about it, you do have a point.”
“We don’t know who #15 is. Maybe we should go for #3 instead.”
“Well, I dunno. Why not? What if #15 is the Detective?”
“I’ve been trying to tell you that for awhile. If #15 is the Detective, then the Medic is surely covering at him. If the two aren’t in contact by now, I feel like there’s no point in life at all.”
“Why do you think they’d be in contact?”
“Well, look at last game.”
Ancient pulled out his iBrow Touch and pulled up BIONICLE MAFIA II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.
“See? Lloyd was the Medic here, right? And our oh-so-wonderful iBrow was the Detective. So the two got into contact, and then they covered for each other the entire game. Which was actually mostly just Lloyd covering iBrow, because the Detective can’t do jack to protect people.”
“Can’t do jack?”
“It’s an expression.”
“Anyway, that was from the very first round, right? So they trusted each other immediately. So this far into our game, if the Detective and Medic aren’t being completely honest with each other, well, good grief.”
Meanwhile, at the Detective’s House:
“So, Mr. Detective, now that you’ve discovered me and I’ve discovered you….” The Medic trailed off as he sipped his coffee. “You obviously know my number, then, but that doesn’t help me to protect you. Could you fill me in?”
“How do you know I’m even the Detective?”
“…are you the Detective?”
“Okay then. So, you know who I am then.”
“How do you know that I know who you are?”
“…did you investigate me and find out my identity?”
“Good grief man, slim it. I’m supposed to be the one with less brains here, not you. So, can I have your number, so that I can, you know, protect you from the Dark Hunters and all that jazz?”
The Medic sighed impatiently. “I asked you to give me your number so that I can protect you.”
“Well, that’s just pointless.”
The Detective snorted and rolled his eyes with disbelief. Who in their right mind would trust the Medic with their number?
Later, at the Secret Mafia Lair:
“So we’re going to kill #3?” Ancient asked.
“Nah, I decided to just kill #15. Make it simple.” The Shadowed One responded. “I’m sure iBrow will be fine.”
“What if #15 is the Detective?”
“Well, I’m sure we can fail to kill somebody once. Right?”
“Uh, no, but whatever.”
The two froze as the door slowly creaked open. The Shadowed One ducked out of sight and watched as the Detective and Medic entered the room – the Detective was muttering something about the Medic making sure to protect him.
The Detective had also forgotten to remove the large badge on his chest that said “HELLO MY NAME IS the giant space butterfly AND MY NUMBER IS 15”.
So the Shadowed One cackled, stepped into the light, and impaled the Detective on his staff. The Detective groaned and glanced at the Medic, who only stood there.
“Why don’t you help me?” the Detective pleaded.
“Well, you didn’t tell me your number, stupid.” The Medic explained. “So I picked some random guy, and since my medicine machine ain’t activating, I’m gonna go ahead and guess that I picked the wrong guy.”
“Well… snap. And I just realized who somebody important was, too.” The Detective sighed. “Well, if you all want me, I guess I’ll be at the Eternally Burning Chattering Corpse Heap for all of eternity.”
Detective Killed by the Shadowed One.
The Shadowed One sighed. “He wasn’t the Turaga! Again! Why the heck must this Turaga always be so not anywhere?!”
“I know, right?” the Medic asked. “He hasn’t even helped us. It’s almost like he’s missing in action or something.”
The Suspects of the Murder:
#1 – Numero Uno might be the only man standing if things continue how they are.
#4 – He killed for eggnog, is emotionless, and dislikes apples. Also an astonishingly small target, considering that he seems to be a suspect at every single scene.
#11 – An astonishingly large target – he and #4 up there (man, that #4 is one snazzy and skulking guy) like to witness these scenes, and maybe partake. There’s gotta be a reason the Pyro targeted him…