By now, the group of survivors is small indeed, and not a lot of time is taken up in calling roll once they have assembled. It's no surprise that there's one fewer trainers present than their should be, given that yesterday's execution was a flop, but it takes a little while before the group can figure out the identity of the missing trainer. In the end, the group realizes that it's Capitain Jay, someone not heard from in quite some time, who has apparently attracted the Mafia's ire.
A bit perplexed, the group splits up--at this point, this means striking out alone--and sets up a search. At last, a shout is heard from the southern quarter of the city and the trainers converge at a run, dreading the scene that they know they'll find. And indeed, it isn't pretty; something rather large and possessed of more teeth than most people would care to think about has apparently decided that Capitain Jay's corpse would make a tasty meal, and what little is left of him is pitiful and ragged. There's no question--the Mafia have taken another victim.
Capitain Jay is dead. He was not Mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion.
A bit perplexed, the group splits up--at this point, this means striking out alone--and sets up a search. At last, a shout is heard from the southern quarter of the city and the trainers converge at a run, dreading the scene that they know they'll find. And indeed, it isn't pretty; something rather large and possessed of more teeth than most people would care to think about has apparently decided that Capitain Jay's corpse would make a tasty meal, and what little is left of him is pitiful and ragged. There's no question--the Mafia have taken another victim.
Capitain Jay is dead. He was not Mafia.
Forty-eight hours for discussion.