The sunrise over ASB Central is a bit more cheerful as it has been over the previous weeks. The Mafia are down a member, and the innocents are thinking that, maybe, things might be starting to look up again. Their numbers are small, but so are the Mafia's--for good or for ill, the game will be ending soon.
But, while the Mafia may be inured, they're not incapacitated. The gathering at the meeting place reveals that one trainer is missing, and upon realizing who it is the crowd grows uncomfortable. It appears the Mafia are getting revenge on the one who nominated their member to be killed yesterday. Once more, a search is carried out, but no body is ever recovered; in fact, only Walker's head is found, impaled on one of the imposing crenellations over Referee Headquarters in the manner of bad quasi-medieval movies.
Walker is dead. He was not Mafia.
Forty-eight hours to discuss.
But, while the Mafia may be inured, they're not incapacitated. The gathering at the meeting place reveals that one trainer is missing, and upon realizing who it is the crowd grows uncomfortable. It appears the Mafia are getting revenge on the one who nominated their member to be killed yesterday. Once more, a search is carried out, but no body is ever recovered; in fact, only Walker's head is found, impaled on one of the imposing crenellations over Referee Headquarters in the manner of bad quasi-medieval movies.
Walker is dead. He was not Mafia.
Forty-eight hours to discuss.