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The mood aboard the S.S.Sniper was more sombre than ever the day following the deaths of two members of the Wedding Party. A banquet had been arranged to honour their fallen comrades, despite food being in short supply. Having both lost a loved one to the killers’ mad rampage, Rasani and Alpha the White were consoling each other while standing in the banquet hall buffet line. A bright red beet soup was on the menu from the looks of it, and although it smelled delightful, Alpha couldn’t help but be reminded of the crimson blood of his love which had covered him only the day before.
“E-excuse me?” Alpha inquired to the attendant doling out portions. “Don’t you have anything a little less… red?” he stammered out weakly.
“Why for? You no like the borschtka, darlingk?” The stout little Ukrainian lady interjected. “Borschtka good for growingk boys! Put hairs on your chest. Meat on your bones!” with this, she prodded Alpha directly in the chest with her fat little fingers, portioned out a bowl for him, and thrust it into his open hands. “Borschtka good for growingk boys! You try, try!” Unable to resist, Alpha sighed and headed to his table staring dejectedly at his bowl.
Rasani smirked as Alpha retreated, and took the bowl from the woman without event. On his way towards Alpha’s table, someone came from behind him and shoved him to the ground just as a shot sounded,
BLAM!
“You’re one lucky snake!” The stranger laughed as they ran off leaving Rasani stained with red, his dinner strewn across the floor.
“Man, that was a close one eh, Alpha?” Rasani laughed as he stood, only to find Alpha face-down in his soup, his face a sickly shade of purple and a tiny little notebook which had fallen from Alpha’s pocket when he collapsed. “Ah, s**t.”
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When the mess from the banquet had been cleaned up, Captain Nemo gathered everyone once more for some disturbing news.
“This will be our last communication from our anonymous benefactors. I have received word that, with the death of Alpha the White, their contract is done. We’re on our own now, people.” And with that, he removed the last letter from his breast pocket and read it aloud.

With the news of no more clues to go off of, the crowd erupted into an angry rage.
“IT MUST BE FLAMINGDOVE. SHE’S ALWAYS LIVED IN HER OWN LITTLE WORLD! GET HER!”
And in no time at all, flamingdove had been wrangled and thrown into the darkness with the rest of them… or so it seemed. As the door slammed shut, flamingdove looked around for signs of life and found nothing but a strange green patch of mould that was growing on the wall opposite the door.
“How curious…” she said to no one in particular.