"UHHH!" A blue inkling moaned. "I HATE TOWER CONTROL!" A orange inkling sighed. "We got splat zones also."
"NO TOWER CONTROL OR SPLAT ZONES!" The blue inkling yelled. "WHERE'S RAINMAKER! THAT'S THE BEST RANKED BATTLE!"
The Orange inkling nodded. "I miss it too."
"Whoever stole that rainmaker is going to die!" The blue inkling yelled through gritted teeth. The orange inkling told him to calm down, but he refused. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF RIDING THE DAMN TOWER! I DON'T WANT TO DO A TURF WAR OVER ONE SMALL ZONE! I WANT TO MAKE IT RAIN!"
The blue inkling stomps off in rage. The orange inkling sighs. "Where could the rainmaker be?"
In the back alley, Spyke was happily munching on a sea snail. Now that inkopolis was empty, he could eat without being disturbed.
"You got it?" A hooded figure asked him, interrupting his thoughts. "You got the rainmaker?"
Spyke wiped his mouth clean and cleared his throat. "You got your end of the bargain?" He asked. The figure handed him a bag full of coins. Spyke smiled and handed the figure a backpack containing the rainmaker. The figure snatched it and tucked it under their cloak.
"Nice doing business Mate." Spyke told the figure, counting out the coins. The figure stood there, looking down to Spyke.
"What?" Spyke asked.
In the distance, Spyke heard two other people approaching. "Who's there!?" Spyke yelled. Two more figures emerged into the alley.
"Do your worst." The first figure told the two as they closed in on the sea urchin.