"I can't stress enough how important it is that you attempt to trace that email. Yes, yes, I know it went through multiple proxies...look I get it. No. I don't care-Hey look, there's hundreds of lives at stake here! Just try and trace the email!" Rhea threw the phone down. "You fuck."
After roughly ten seconds her phone rang again.
"Hello, this is special agent Rhea Pillman. Uh-huh, yes, that's right Roanoke. I need all CCTV that has a view of the streets...yes I know it's a lot of cameras and footage. It's an international terrorism incident. Yeah, exactly. Alright, it's a bus coming in from Washington D.C., start at two in the morning. Your best off starting with anything that has a view of the 581, 460 and 11. Alright, yeah. Thanks, that's great. Keep me updated if anything turns up."
With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling.
Ever since the email had come in things had been crazy, in a good way of course. She wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. One of the Arthro Taskforce had sent them a tip-off with some details about an ongoing version of Survival of the Fittest. It was the biggest break they had ever received on the case and she was attempting to pursue every angle to get something out of it. She had already ruled out Art as a name, it didn't match with anyone they knew of within the organization and it was easily derived from the organizations' name itself.
The other details were all easy to verify as being legitimate, the exact times and method of the kidnapping were being kept away from the press and details about members of the group were even more limited. Josie Knight was a name that was new even to Rhea. She'd spent a good portion of Friday night putting in requests for everything she could find about the woman and had come up with a depressingly light file. A former hunter from Alaska who had been caught for poaching and given a lifetime ban, some drunken conduct and the accidental death of her father when she was young. She had gone missing in 2014, not long after her ban. From the report, her apartment had been cleaned out of her personal possessions and clothes so the investigators had assumed she had skipped town.
Rhea looked back down at her desk and at the three photos of an above-average height brown-haired woman. One of them was Josie's mugshot, the second security footage from her court hearing, while the third and final image was of the bus driver for the George Hunter High School Trip. It was a close enough match, she was sure it was the same woman as the one in the first two pictures. It was enough to verify Art's legitimacy to her but she was still trying to see if they could trace the email back to its source somehow, it would have cut out a lot of hassle for everyone. Unfortunately, she was being allowed an easy shortcut.
She stacked all her paperwork on Josie Knight and Shamino Warhen back into their folders and put them to one side. Then with a sigh she popped her earbuds in and started to compose a reply.
As far as Tracen was concerned everything was turning out wonderfully. Sure, there were rumors of some sort of irregularity within their systems but that was in hand, and besides, everything on the island was humming along nicely. Students were killing, dying, vowing revenge and shedding tears over lost friends. Just like all the classes before them and many more in the future would. Between Greynolds and himself, they had fine-tuned the ship his father had captained reliably but erratically into a sleek and elegant machine. If Tracen was to look at things from the perspective of an objective observer he could make a case for the whole show nearly being able to run itself. But those were idle thoughts, for the time being he had a morning briefing to give to their current class. So he took his seat and cleared his throat before turning the microphone on.
“It's the beginning of a new week everyone! Unless you're one of those weird people that start their weeks with Sunday. But regardless, it is once again time for you to sit and listen to find out who you will never see again and who you need to watch out for. Not that this is mandatory. In fact, you could not listen, but that tends to be inadvisable."
Tracen paused and took a loud gulp of coffee followed by a satisfied sigh.
"Alright, let's get to it. We're starting off today with a couple of familiar faces, first up, Erika Stieglitz made sure Tonya Collins didn't have to wake up when she shot her in her sleep.
"Then Justin Greene shot Aliya Kimia Nemati after a brief chase. Probably a good thing too, our boy was looking tired.
"Lizzie Lebowski was next to go by selfishly taking her own life and preventing someone from getting a valuable kill, for shame."
Tracen gave a loud tut and shake of his head before continuing.
"I scream, you scream, we all scream for Ivy Langley stabbing Tirzah Foss in the eyes after a hell of fight. You'd have to see it to believe it."
He chuckled at his own awful joke, he knew it was terrible but he'd really wanted to include it. Luckily, he was the one who got to make those decisions.
"In a more quiet bit of murder, Theo Walterson was killed when Camilla Bell strangled the life out of him like a nasty weed."
Tracen pulled a face and scribbled a note next to the joke before continuing.
“Sorry about that brief delay. Anyway, where were we? Ah, yes! Blaise d'Aramitz had a lot of fun at Julien Leblanc's expense. Unfortunately, Julien forgot the safeword and that was the end of that.
"Next up we have perhaps our stinkiest death ever as Justin Greene beat Sean Leibowitz to death with a durian, and we thought giving someone that would be a lighthearted jape.
"After that, Lucas Diaz was shot by Erika Stieglitz after he took his eyes off the prize, which is a rookie mistake if we're being honest.
"And Jonah Heartgrave also got shot. The culprit this time was Michael Froese, who adds yet another mark to his tally.
"And finally, Willow O'Neal joined our new killers yesterday after she dug around in Sierra Cook's guts until Sierra expired. Interpret that however you want."
Tracen cleared his throat.
"I hope you remember what I said yesterday about danger zones because we're adding another one to the list today. The latest location that will make your collars become lethal is the Bay Area. The others are all staying blocked, so if you can't remember them then,"
Tracen shrugged.
"That's on you.
"Now we move onto what I'm sure is at least one person's favorite part of the day, and that is finding out who won our best prize award, yay!"
Tracen gave a small burst of applause.
"And today that is Camilla Bell, congratulations. Your meal of three mini lobster rolls, a bowl of potato salad and two liters of coke can be found in The Ruined Lighthouse. Be careful though, it's a little corpsey in there.
That's all from me today, I'll be back tomorrow morning to continue giving you updates so until then I want everyone to keep doing what they do best, bye now."
And with that Tracen clicked off the speakers.
Weather: The temperature on the island has dipped slightly from previous days and mercifully a breeze has returned to the more coastal areas. The temperature has highs of around 92 degrees F, 33 degrees C. The moon continues to be in the waxing crescent phase. The eighth announcement will come at 9 AM on June 19.
Below you can find the unlucky ones that RNG picked on this time.
Summary:
1. Thomas Buckley (Catche Jagger)
2. Camilla Bell (BlizzardeyeWonder)
3. Yuka Hayashibara (Maraoone)
4. Madison Springer (Mimi)
5. Myles Roux (backslash)
As a quick reminder on the etiquette surrounding rolls, kill requests, etc. Please only post once in the thread requesting heroes and if needed, death ideas. Do not post in chat asking for either of these or to say your character is free to kill others.
There are three days (72 hours) for cards and Danger Zone posts, and a further seven days for Danger Zone exits. The remaining time can be seen here.
Congratulations also go out to Ruggahissy for winning BDA for the death of Jonah Heartgrave, we'll have a quote nomination thread up shortly.