Well, I'm sure by now you've realized this isn't a direct sequel to New
Decisions, though it does take place a few months later. I want it obvious
that Yugi still has the Millennium Eye and that he and Pegasus had a
serious conversation about their mutual situation. Thanks to Woodelf193,
Sakuya, and everyone who's been reading! I'm glad the comedy's going over
well, Yggdrasil's Root. =) As for the Mai/Pegasus possibility, well, I'm
not giving anything away! *g* Don't scrimp on the responses, now. I've got
plenty of ideas for this series of events . . .
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Part Three
Seto Kaiba was as surprised by the power outage as anyone else; but unlike the others in his Tournament, the young corporate head knew how to get to the bottom of the situation quickly and efficiently. He made a number of calls, and finally tracked down the problem. Somehow a fuse had blown in the main generator. It would take some time to repair the damage, but it was nothing Kaiba's electrician staff couldn't handle. He took pride in hiring only the best, most attentive employees.
After making the necessary calls he was about to leave his office to check on Mokuba, but a security guard stopped him. "Mr. Kaiba, sir?"
"This better be important."
"I'm sorry sir, but there's something I need you to see." The man retrieved a thin manila folder and began rifling through the documents as he spoke. "I won't take up any more of your time than is necessary, sir, but this seems to indicate a sensitive situation. All information indicates a security breach only moments before we lost power."
Kaiba nodded. "Go on."
"Very well, sir." The man removed a sheet of paper briskly. "We managed to print the suspicious information only moments before the power shut down. Sir, does this man look familiar? Understand the image has been enlarged multiple times."
Seto stared agape, his eyes narrowed at the black and white photograph. A tall silver-haired man in hat and long coat of slender build. The image had captured him with one hand in a mock salute, presumably waving to the security officers as he strolled in the main entrance. "I do." How did he manage it, Seto wondered, and why was he trying to sneak into a closed tournament? He turned to the head of security, rage lighting his ice-blue eyes. "How did he get past security?"
"A fake identification. We've traced the name back to the man who authorized it, a member of the Kaiba Corporation Board of Directors. Interestingly enough, that same board member received a three million dollar addition to his American bank account just yesterday." He turned to his boss, cellular phone in hand. "Can you identify this man?"
"Of course I can!"
The man smiled. "Then you'll be pleased to know our intruder was captured again on camera entering elevator seven with registered duelist Mai Valentine."
"Then he's stuck. Hmm." But Kaiba was already plotting his next course of action. He nodded curtly. "The electricity will return anytime, but make sure that the elevator in question remains unpowered. I want security on all floors. I want no way for him to sneak past us. This man is dangerous and highly unpredictable. I will not tolerate his presence at my Tournament."
The security chief nodded, "Yes sir," and left with the cell phone already dialed, the commands already being carried out. Seto Kaiba frowned as he walked to the stairway which led to Mokuba's bedroom loft. He couldn't figure out what Pegasus wanted, but there was no way he would get his hands on Mokuba's soul again.
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Part Three
Seto Kaiba was as surprised by the power outage as anyone else; but unlike the others in his Tournament, the young corporate head knew how to get to the bottom of the situation quickly and efficiently. He made a number of calls, and finally tracked down the problem. Somehow a fuse had blown in the main generator. It would take some time to repair the damage, but it was nothing Kaiba's electrician staff couldn't handle. He took pride in hiring only the best, most attentive employees.
After making the necessary calls he was about to leave his office to check on Mokuba, but a security guard stopped him. "Mr. Kaiba, sir?"
"This better be important."
"I'm sorry sir, but there's something I need you to see." The man retrieved a thin manila folder and began rifling through the documents as he spoke. "I won't take up any more of your time than is necessary, sir, but this seems to indicate a sensitive situation. All information indicates a security breach only moments before we lost power."
Kaiba nodded. "Go on."
"Very well, sir." The man removed a sheet of paper briskly. "We managed to print the suspicious information only moments before the power shut down. Sir, does this man look familiar? Understand the image has been enlarged multiple times."
Seto stared agape, his eyes narrowed at the black and white photograph. A tall silver-haired man in hat and long coat of slender build. The image had captured him with one hand in a mock salute, presumably waving to the security officers as he strolled in the main entrance. "I do." How did he manage it, Seto wondered, and why was he trying to sneak into a closed tournament? He turned to the head of security, rage lighting his ice-blue eyes. "How did he get past security?"
"A fake identification. We've traced the name back to the man who authorized it, a member of the Kaiba Corporation Board of Directors. Interestingly enough, that same board member received a three million dollar addition to his American bank account just yesterday." He turned to his boss, cellular phone in hand. "Can you identify this man?"
"Of course I can!"
The man smiled. "Then you'll be pleased to know our intruder was captured again on camera entering elevator seven with registered duelist Mai Valentine."
"Then he's stuck. Hmm." But Kaiba was already plotting his next course of action. He nodded curtly. "The electricity will return anytime, but make sure that the elevator in question remains unpowered. I want security on all floors. I want no way for him to sneak past us. This man is dangerous and highly unpredictable. I will not tolerate his presence at my Tournament."
The security chief nodded, "Yes sir," and left with the cell phone already dialed, the commands already being carried out. Seto Kaiba frowned as he walked to the stairway which led to Mokuba's bedroom loft. He couldn't figure out what Pegasus wanted, but there was no way he would get his hands on Mokuba's soul again.