Mary's boutta play another Mastermind game.

The hell… what was that?

Kain clutched the handrail and hunched over himself as he endured another skull-splitting headache. He had been running down the stairs - with the express intent of reaching the basement, when the entire southern stairwell nearly collapsed in on itself. Kain had watched in terror as the supporting beam right next to him was split with a pulse of wispy blue energy, and the floor beneath him lurched with such violence, he nearly bashed his brains out on the concrete stairwell.

Fuck… is it Geese? No… Rock! Urgh...

Yet even if he was suffering rather severe nausea and was bleeding rather badly from one ear, Kain Heinlein persisted. He would reach out and seize the victory. He was on Floor… P-1, Parking Garage 1 - and the six trucks his troops had planted were on P-2. Kain had packed them to the brim with C4 plastic explosives and ordered them to be parked near the buildings supports as a contingency plan for then things went awry.

And things had gone awry.

Yagami had flipped. The Feds had flipped. The Police had Flipped. The Mercenary army was white dust on floor 3 - and the best course of action for Kain right now, was to blow everything to kingdom come, and hope to survive out of the rubble.

Come on… you're a winner, Kain. You're a winner. Do it for Marie…

That tower was full of monsters. Monsters that Kain Heinlein couldn't hope to touch without an army behind him. Terry Bogard. Iori Yagami. Geese Howard… and that anxious little kid who pretended to be gentle and scared. Rock Howard, the little beast of destruction who hadn't just taken out the Yagami heir, but nearly toppled the building with nothing but his own latent power.

Son of Geese, Raised by Terry, employed by Yagami… monsters attract monsters...

But today, Kain Heinlein would slay the monsters. He, a mere man, would crush those fearfully powerful beings in the rubble of Geese Tower. After all, no matter how much destructive power you had, a hundred foot fall would kill anyone.

Huff… huff… okay, a little further…

Kain's stumbled down the last flight of stairs, and passed the large corporate sign indicating Parking Garage 2. He walked through the doorway into the dimly lighted parking garage and looked about wildly for his bomb-trucks. Had… had he gotten the wrong floor? He didn't see any of his trucks… ah! There's one over there!

*Fwoosh*

The rushing of flames from upstairs, another tremor for the building. Kain clenched his teeth and continued onwards. His vision was beginning to swim. His head hurt badly… but he did his best to focus on the truck. Once it blew, Kain needed to run for the ramp, leading to the street outside… because the other five trucks would soon explode as well.

The silence was eerie. The dust in the air seemed to move in slow motion. Kain sluggishly noted noted the nearest exit, and raised his hand to cast flame at the closest Explosive truc-

"FREEZE!"

Shit! Are you fucking kidding me?

Kain whipped his head around to see a blonde woman with a bob-cut running at him with riot gear and her rifle drawn. The Police? Seriously? Kain shook his head and focused back on the truck. He was in no state to fight. His only out was to survive this explosi-

*Bang*

"Aggguh! You fucking pigs! You- you fucking sho- umpth!"

Mary prided herself in her marksmanship, so when she found her bullet had gone astray, and ripped through Kain's shoulder instead of his heart, she was more irritated than she should've been. Well, regardless, it was better look for the police if they took down criminals and sentenced them to death by the state, instead of executing them in a parking garage basement. Not like anyone would sue for this bastard anyways. Hm, at least Blackwell looks happy.

Blackwell looked as happy as he could, when an officer he'd put on probation showed up dragging the city's foremost criminal terrorist to his doorstep. Kain had a bag duct taped over his face and his arms handcuffed behind his back. His shoulder was shattered, and Mary's team had given him the most basic first-aid - just to keep them from bleeding out. After all, the police just needed him alive long enough to throw him into the electric chair… if they could even get him there.

"I'm innocent! You have no evidence against m-"

"Shaddup ya' slimy lil shit! We know ya organized the hit on Hein's law firm! You and that little Howard Brat are our chief suspects!"

"It was all Rock Howard. I wasn't involved at all. Check your fucking evidence before you make accusations like this, sheriff!"

Blackwell and Kain Heinlein were playing monkey court in the back of the police truck. Mary could hear them arguing with each other, and sighed. As much as it hurt her to say, Kain was right. There wasn't a shred of evidence against Kain for the bomb in SouthTown Central, and ample evidence against Rock Howard. If Mary didn't know Rock as well as she did, she would have accused Rock to be the perpetrator without a second thought. Kain probably wouldn't walk free, but unless they could pry a confession out of the slimy bastard, he'd probably get 10 years max.

Rock will be the one getting the death sentence… that is, if he survives that tower.

Mary sighed and raised her eyes to the great amalgamation of glass and steel. Not only was Rock - the unwitting organizer of this entire disaster - in there, but Terry was as well. Mary glanced at Blackwell with the intention of getting permission to re-enter the tower, but upon finding him fully engrossed with shouting at Kain Heinlein, decided against it.

Time to take things into my own hands...

She motioned for her team, adjusted her rifle, and fixed her eyes on those melted steel doors. Floor 4 and 5 were belching purple flames. Floor 8 was trembling with tectonic energy. Helicopters were firing through the windows, seemingly at random.

This was a battle of monsters...

And Mary was about to jump into their brawl.

Rocky all kinds of fked