Sixth Trial

[bathymetric]

[ After a time, as always, your investigation is interrupted by the Mayor's now-familiar voice, calling out to you over the loudspeakers. ]

And that's gonna be time. Pack it in, everyone, bring what you're gonna bring because it's trial time.

[ There are so many bathyspheres missing, you cannot help but notice, as you all pile into the station for your standard trip down to the trial room. Your number has dipped to about a third of its original size - a fact that becomes even more evident when you reach the circle of podiums at the bottom of New Rapture's ocean trench. ]

You all know why you're here. Someone killed Pillage Idiot, and it's your job to figure out who. This is your sixth one, I sure hope you have the procedure down by now.

[ Welcome to your sixth trial. ]

Comments

[onemillion]

Zinda, I understand you're hurting and that this is the last thing you want to hear - but you know what will happen if you kill him. We aren't going to lose you too.

[specialyellthing]

You really think that bitch would kill me, for finishing her job?

[… it makes her hesitate, at least. for her eyes to flicker to the podium where the girls had stood.]

[howveryglib]

Yes, I think she would.

[specialyellthing]

She should thank me. At least I can finish a fuckin job! [… but whatever. She whips around.]

I gotta get this fuckin blood off me. [AND SHE BOLTS.]

[onemillion]

[Just as hard, no hesitation:]

Do you really think she wouldn't? Is it worth taking that risk?