The idea seemed crazy at first, but no one else had anything better to offer. F-16_Fighting_Falcon, Gregory, and Nachomamma8 climbed down toward the shuttles. On the way, they laid out the details: Each of them would get into the three shuttles kept on the ship and, on cue, exit together. The shuttles were equipped with a weapon and were sturdy enough that they could survive attacks from a single shuttle's gun for some time. "It'd be a game of Ready Aim Fire, pretty much," F-16_Fighting_Falcon said as they reached the dock. Gregory and Nachomamma8 glanced at each other, but neither voiced any protest. F-16_Fighting_Falcon threw a flash grenade onto the floor, and the three of them rushed into their respective shuttles. A few minutes later, the chamber was bathed in blinding white light, and together the shuttles took off.
The ship loomed above them as they went into triangular formation. For what felt like an eternity, no one moved, and Gregory became anxious. He ran over the events of the past few days in his mind, mulling it over. Who was the most likely culprit? A low growling came from his stomach, and he realized that he hadn't eaten this morning. He needed to get back to the ship. Nachomamma8 and shos weren't together, were they? He turned his shuttle around to face F-16_Fighting_Falcon. Look at him, all cool and rational in a situation like this. He had to be the one. Gregory fired.
Is Gregory nuts? F-16_Fighting_Falcon was sure of Gregory being innocent, more so after his attack, but all it took was for Nachomamma8 to fire his own gun and it would be all over. "Gregory, stop now and let me explain before Nacho can hammer us both into oblivion," he said. All he heard in return was the continued gunfire. He slammed his fist into the window and yelped in pain. He knew Gregory; even in his shuttle all by his lonesome, Gregory was going to take precious time to do whatever it was that Gregories did, and F-16_Fighting_Falcon would not hear back until they were both dead. He had to take matters into his own hands. F-16_Fighting_Falcon turned his back to Gregory and began firing at Nachomamma8.
"NACHO CAN HAMMER," Nachomamma8 shouted into the intercom. For a moment, there was quiet as F-16_Fighting_Falcon ceased fire. "Then why haven't you?" asked F-16_Fighting_Falcon. Nachomamma8 flashed his lights in response. Nachomamma8 heard F-16_Fighting_Falcon grumble something unintelligible before F-16_Fighting_Falcon took aim at Gregory and began shooting. Nachomamma8 leaned back in his seat. There was some chatter between F-16_Fighting_Falcon and Gregory on the radio, but Nachomamma8 ignored them. He needed to think, and it was best if he did that on his own. What had happened the past three days? A memory came back to Nachomamma8; shos's behavior before his death, did it really make sense with F-16_Fighting_Falcon as his partner? What about Gregory?
It clicked. Nachomamma8 flew to where F-16_Fighting_Falcon was firing away at Gregory, and he added his own gunfire to the fighting. Unable to withstand the additional fire for long, Gregory's shuttle exploded. No one ejected from the vehicle; that had been the idea, and, frankly, Nachomamma8 was glad of it. A few minutes later, Nachomamma8 heard sizzling in the radio, and he froze. He looked up; F-16_Fighting_Falcon was facing him. They were in close range. Nachomamma8 had taken hits earlier. How long would he last if F-16_Fighting_Falcon shot at him? Nachomamma8 put his hand on the trigger, waiting.
F-16_Fighting_Falcon grinned and gave Nachomamma8 a thumbs up. It was over.
Gregory,
mafia goon
, was lynched on Day 4!
A win condition has been fulfilled!
F-16_Fighting_Falcon and Nachomamma8,
town vanillas
, survive and win the game for the town!
