Night Three
Central flicked the switch to the loudspeaker, “
CookingOkasan, please report to the Situation Room immediately. We have some business to discuss.”
A few minutes later
CookingOkasan showed up, a confident look on his face, “I'm here now. What is there to discuss? The deaths last night were really sad, I wish there was something I could have done about them.”
“I've been told of some disturbing evidence against you. That's what we need to discuss,”
Central replied, a disgruntled look on his face. “Say, what's your thoughts on those gifted enough to harness psionic powers. Amazing how accurate they can be using only their mind, isn't it?”
“It's pretty amazing. They always know what's happened without being there. I have to say I am a bit jealous of them,”
CookingOkasan's polite laughter died down once he saw Central's fixed glare.
“Yes, I have to agree,”
Central paced the room, his anxiousness showing. “As you know,
Annette Durand is a very talented young lady with regards to psionic powers. In fact, I'd say she is the one human that has been able to welcome them the most successfully. You've seen what she can do, it can't be denied.” He paused for a moment and let out a sigh, “
8floor, our fine Rookie, was slaughtered last night.
Annette says you did something to him that night. What did you do to him?”
“That can't be true, I didn't do anything, I got no powers,”
CookingOkasan looked noticeable less confident. “Guess she must be wrong then, because I didn't do anything.”
Central slammed the desk, barely containing his anger, “You have no right to say that when a valiant troop of ours has died.
Annette is either correct, or she's lying. Which will it be?”
“Lying, obviously,”
CookingOkasan smirked.
“I don't believe you. You've been obsessed with Chryssalids from the start. I am strongly considering taking you to the Alien Containment Facility. I am sure you heard what happened to
Capella down there,”
Central began to approach
CookingOkasan, and reached out for his arm.
“Oh, you know what? There's no need. I surrender and I have had it with you humans. It's been torturous to even try to blend in with you, and quite frankly it's not worth it.”
CookingOkasan unsheathed a hunting knife and held it up to his chest, “See you in hell,
Central.” With one clean stroke he ripped open his body from neck to stomach. Thick green blood, white guts, and hundreds of embryos oozed out of him as he collapsed to the ground.
“I knew it! I can't believe we trusted you!”
Central wailed. He picked up the knife and could no longer contain his anger. He through it at the doorway, expertly aiming it at the centre of
ShinySandwich's forehead. “Meh, he was useless anyway...”
CookingOkasan (Chryssalid), ripped himself apart.
ShinySandwich (Sectoid Commander), was modkilled.
XCOM received two meld.
CookingOkasan's will:
Sorry I wasn't good enough for your scum chat, just know I had great plans for myself and for you guys...
(if he isn't one of you, kill Sataric)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZ80pTbMAuo#t=29
^^^ me dancing in hell ^^^
7/10/14 @ 6:30PM EST
??? (XCOM Rookie) is entering the EXALT Headquarters.
You have 23 hours to send in any night actions (please send them in one hour before Night Three ends). Night Three ends on Monday 14th July at 13:00 (GMT), and all actions must be sent in by 12:00. Any actions received after this time will not be accepted.
Players remaining: 21/34
Mafia KP: ??
EXALT remaining: ??
Two more scum down.
