SIXTH TRIAL

[bathymetric]

Alright, same as every week before this - gather at the Vault Door so my Assistant can let you in. And I can start hoping to salvage at least the aquarium.

[ The Assistant, nee Failsafe, stands in her armor at the ready when you arrive, not saying a word and simply unlocking the door and elevator for you to head on down to the trial room. Second verse, same as the first five verses, but a whole lot quieter and a whole lot meaner.

The elevator is a lot emptier now, isn't it? Your number has fallen yet again since the last time you were here. Feels like yesterday, or maybe forever ago? Time's feeling pretty weird right about now, but trial days are for getting locked into the moment. You're here, you're present.

You're running out of allies.

The screens are the same as ever, though, and lower as you enter. ]

I see you haven't decided to continue to increase the number of bodies this week. Perhaps something to be thankful for, in all of this. Hotshot is dead, and the responsibility of finding his killer falls to you. Hopefully this is all old hat to you by now, no?

[The screens rise.

Welcome to your sixth trial. ]

Comments

[mouflon]

I don't know. Though, the one thing I did notice... It didn't look like the bullets, the claws, and the acid were moving as a crossfire. If someone is attacking you with claws and a gun, and you're defending yourself with an acid spray, the first two should be going one way and the last one should be going the other, right?

[bolderfell]

Hm. That's true. Could Vincent have switched between using the rifle and his hand to fight at close range?

[mouflon]

Firing off bullets is a good way to herd someone's movements, if you want to get close instead of just shooting them for some reason. That, or he started to fire every time they got out of melee range. It's hard to say for sure.