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The sudden sound of someone hitting something startled him. Judging from the mumbling that followed, it was apparently a man.

"Hello?" Kiyoshi called out into the darkened room. "Is anyone there?"

He regretted doing so right afterwards. Didn't the booklet say that the objective was to kill each other? What if this person had a weapon with him? Most likely he did. Kiyoshi suspected that he was probably the only person who was unarmed. And thus he began backing towards the wall. How come this person didn't show up on the tracking device beforehand? That must have meant that not everyone was there yet or that the device was broken. If the first scenario was true, that would explain why there were only about ten blue dots when there had been much more than that in the room.

Drowning in the sound of his own heartbeat, Kiyoshi trembled as he moved, trying to avoid casting a shadow on the walls with the faint moonlight flowing in through the stained glass windows. There had to be an exit near the stage. If he could find it, at least he could run away if the other man was dangerous.

"I am unarmed." Kiyoshi replied, stepping forward slightly. What if that man had a gun? he thought. Probably smarter to have not said anything at all, but now he gave away his location anyway and even admitted that he was unarmed. It was probably too late to undo that. At least he was close to the back wall. He could hide behind the podium and even the large metal cross if the shooting started. The person didn't sound like he was lying when he asked for a truce. Having worked his entire life in business, Kiyoshi was pretty good at telling when someone was lying. He shined a flashlight beam onto the person who had stepped into the center aisle, just in case. "Please don't have a gun," he prayed. "Please don't have a gun."

When he saw the man's weapon, he gave a sigh of relief. It was just a scythe, another relatively useless weapon. As long as he kept his distance, he should be fine. "I got a tracking device." he told the man, placing his "weapon" into the flashlight's beam so that he could see it clearly. "Please, put down that weapon so we can talk."

:// Useless weapons for the win!

"The tracking device is my weapon. We all got 4 things right? Water, a flashlight, a booklet, and well the tracking device is my last one." Kiyoshi really hoped that he could trust this guy. He could probably last longer in the game if he just went around avoiding people. But he wasn't exactly good at sports. He spent his life behind a desk. This entire game was a disadvantage to him. So really, it was only a matter of time before he was killed. He was hoping he would be able to use his skill of persuasion to get by, but usually, he only needed to convince people in situations where killing the other person was not a preferable option. Right now, he really had no idea what he was doing.

He dumped the contents of his bag out in front of him, just so Max could see that he truly was not lying when he said that he didn't have anything else.

Max couldn't even try to stifle his laugh when he realized his original thought had been right. He'd woken up in a church, been given a scythe, told to kill everyone else there, and the first person he meets doesn't even have a weapon. "Oh-ho, my God, dude!" He laughed, holding a hand to his head. "Yeah, I got four things too, but they just gave you a tracker for a weapon?" He wanted to take pity on the guy, but did that mean putting him out of his misery, or helping him?

When he'd finally stopped laughing he'd decided. He couldn't be that heartless yet. "Alright, alright. You're sticking with me for now. At least until we can get you a proper weapon."

"I was just thinking the same thing." Max said. "So whadya say we get out of here? I doubt there's going to be anything to eat in a church." With a smile he jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the main doors. As he turned to lave, he remembered to introduce himself. "The name's Max, by the way."

Tempest decided to go to the library first. It was close to the school and the first building on the map. Maybe there were some people in here. Holding his crossbow up in front of him, he carefully pushed the heavy oaken doors open to reveal large rows of books in front of him, a wonderful stage, filled with many places to hide and shoot from. The best thing about this game was that if he died, there would be no respawn button. That made it all the more challenging.

Swinging his bag, now heavy with supplies, food and a first aid kit (extra health), some clothes (extra armor), and a few knives and other liquids he had found in the kitchen and bathrooms, a few stacks of matches, a lighter, making his bag just light enough to carry. He wondered who the first person he'd meet would be as he accidentally let the oak doors fall closed with a loud crash giving away his position. Immediately he retreated to a corner of the room, surrounded by bookshelves, and waited.

The general laughed at Harper's invitation to dinner and grabbed some beer from the minibar. "You want something?" He asked Harper, but she didn't seem to hear him. She was giggling about something fairy tales and history related. Owen went back to his seat and put on the goggles, leaning back in his chair, drinking beer and watching the evaluation. It was a pretty good way to relax. He wondered if Harper was gonna be doing this for a few days straight or something. There's gotta be someone to relieve her. But then, looking at how excited she seemed, he could see her lasting a few sleepless days and nights.

Harper was telling Axis something, trying to scare her. Owen wondered who got Axis into this game. Of course when she was working for the World Government, he was still a lieutenant, but you can't lead a black ops team full of the world's finest spies and soldiers without knowing something like that. That was essentially what the World Secret Service was, a black-ops team. Anyway, whoever got her into the game had to have pulled some massive strings. It was definitely an inside job. Instead of doing the loyal thing of reporting this to the reps right away, Owen chose to wait, see what happens. Maybe that'll leave some clues about whatever these people are planning, whoever they are.

He thought about who else there could be to question. Who else knew Axis and about the evaluation? Most of the people who had helped built it were dead, so the list was rather short. His teams had seen to it personally.

He wondered how much Harper knew. "Hey Harper?" He began, trying to think of the most casual way to bring this up. "How did you get into this proctoring business anyway?"

:// Dear Count,
Sorry if my post is not very clear. Kiyoshi is waiting for Max to decide where to go. I just realized it could be a bit ambiguous. >.<

"Agreed" Kiyoshi replied, turning the scanner back on. "There seems to be no people around that area at the moment." He kept watching the scanner as they headed out the door, but still kept Max in his perhipherals. He could trust him, right? That's what his intuition told him. His intuition usually didn't lie. Still, it didn't hurt to be a bit more careful. "So where are you from?" Kiyoshi asked. At least they could use this bit of time to get to know each other.

:// Aww. Feel better. Hug. If you don't mind me asking, did something happen? You usually reply at a ridiculously fast rate so I was a bit worried this time when you didn't.