Meanwhile, in Costa Brava, the members of the Pole Ice Department are sitting down and watching the evening news. Unlike the officers of the Station, the Pole Ice Department was not forced out of the city by Friezatron's mandate, so they're currently the closest thing to law enforcement in Costa Brava. However, since most of the people left in Costa Brava are violent criminals anyways, nobody really calls for their services.
"Man, this is so boring!" Green Thumb whines. "Why can't we get involved in some action?"
"I told you, what we do here is far more important than anything you have in mind." Longarm Law says, dumping a big bag of ice into an even bigger cooler. Suddenly, the conversation is interrupted by a loud tone coming from the TV, which is showing an emergency broadcast. On the screen, a dark room is displayed, with a light at the center illuminating an armored figure, immediately recognizable as Apey Kem, the legendary Super Assassin capable of killing anything with a single shot.
"Hark, Revals of the Radiant Realm! I, Apey Kem, am resigning from my position as a Super Assassin. As is known, if a Super Assassin is bested in combat, their title goes to the one who defeated them."
"What…?" Caught Red-Handed gasps, looking over at the Apey Kem action figure at his desk. "Who could possibly have beaten Kem?!"
"As I will no longer be performing duties as an assassin, I will be passing on my weapon, Silent Night." Kem brings out his giant sniper rifle, known across the entire Trifecta for its deadly efficiency. "Of course, this is a responsibility that cannot be entrusted with the uninitiated. As such, I will be hosting a competition. If you want my gun, prove your worth. I will be waiting atop the Tower of Trifles on Radica RR 234. Whoever slays the greatest beast and brings me its head will receive my weapon. You have one month, starting…now."
Caught Red-Handed watches as the broadcast switches to the usual news, and suddenly drops his stack of paperwork and starts rifling through his desk drawers.
"Hey, what are you doing?! Pick those papers up!" Longarm Law shouts, glaring at Caught.
"No! I can't let anyone else have Silent Night! I've been Apey Kem's biggest fan since day one!" Caught exclaims, before taking out a miniature replica of the weapon from his drawer. "It's always been my dream to one day hold the real thing. And now, I have that opportunity. I just need to prove myself."
Caught kisses the replica gun, before setting it down next to the action figure. He picks up his guitar which has been leaning against the wall, dusty from months of not being used. Once Caught picks up the instrument, its shape suddenly morphs, taking on the long-forgotten appearance of Caught's object-bound Stand, Guitarmass. Caught strums the instrument aggressively, sending out a shockwave blast that busts a hole open in the wall, and he walks out through the dust cloud.
The front doors of a mansion are kicked open by Sh as Mason, rifle in one hand and cup of tea in the other. After taking a long sip of tea, Sh as Mason smashes the cup on the ground.
"Sorry, Nellie, but it looks like this is gonna be our last hunt together." Sh as Mason says, patting his rifle and letting out a hearty chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to donate you to someplace nice, old chap."
Hill Watchers pauses from his duck hunting, taking in Apey Kem's announcement. Imagine how much faster he could hunt ducks if he had a legendary weapon like that! Of course, the only thing Hill Watchers hunts are ducks, which on their own certainly wouldn't be enough to please Apey Kem…but maybe, he can find a really, REALLY big duck, and that will do the trick! Hill packs up his bag, and heads to the nearest library to do some research.
In the atmosphere of Radica, a spaceship zooms through the clouds, belonging to the younger of Metroid's two kids. Metroid Prime Remastered finds this to be incredibly lucky, since he was already coming here for the sake of hunting down and slaying his worst enemy: Ridley. Metroid Prime Remastered figures that, if he's already hunting a great beast, he might as well turn it in and get a cool gun for his efforts.
In an isolated cabin in the woods near the best, a shadow-veiled assassin known as Shadust watches as Apey Kem's broadcast ends. He's been having a bit of a rough time financially as of late…winning this competition would definitely give him a much-needed boost in clientele. Shadust turns off the television and heads off to begin his hunt.
The decorated bounty hunter Bubbaphet leans back in his chair in a bar. Everyone else in the bar has their eyes on him, waiting to see his response to the news. After all, Bubbaphet is the number one rated bounty hunter, so he seems like the perfect candidate to win the gun. Bubbaphet continues staring forwards, while the people around him begin to chant his name.
"Bubbaphet! Bubbaphet! Bubbaphet!" the people chant, and Bubbaphet smiles.
"Alright, alright, you've made your point clear. I'll get the gun." Bubbaphet stands up and puts his helmet on, and everyone erupts into applause. Bubbaphet makes his way to the doors and opens them, and steps outside. Bubbaphet is immediately enveloped by a bright, blinding light, and when the flash clears, his helmet topples to the ground next to a pile of smoking ashes. Standing in the doorway is a feathered simian named Belladonna, who currently has her wings outspread, revealing that the light was actually dozens of simultaneous muzzle flashes coming from the wide assortment of guns sticking out of Belladonna's feathers. The people in the bar stare in shock, having just witnessed one of the strongest people they knew of getting disintegrated. Nobody recognizes this murderer; she's not a known assassin or bounty hunter. The weapons recede back into Belladonna's feathers and she folds her wings at her sides, stepping into the bar. Her long ponytail is tipped with a large, sharp-toothed mouth, which seems to be fully functional.
"What…was that?" stammers the bartender.
"A little thing I like to call Overture." Belladonna says with a sly grin. "So, anyone else thinkin' about going after that gun? No? What a shame."