Plan C
Well at least I earned 2000 points from that, Reaper didn't disappoint.
I'm sweating just from anxiety after seeing the sheer strength and raw power of my future opponents, that's who my alliance will have to beat to get out of this game.
If we can even get out of this predicament, that is.
I averted my gaze to the right without turning my head, that's Ghostdoctor, and the one tapping on his shoulders has no nametag.
I do recognise him however, I can identify him just by his impressive height, it's Miller from Living Cemetery, his head sticking out of the crowd like a sore thumb.
He seems to be having a conversation with Ghostdoctor, they're too far away for me to eavesdrop though.
Just by looking at Miller and his three subordinates' movements, Ghostdoctor doesn't have much of a choice but to comply with their requests, he's cornered.
How did they figure it out? Is this GPS's doing again? Damn it, well I always had a plan C in mind, hopefully she doesn't counter that too.
Ghostdoctor is then lead to my blindspot by the four men in black, all without nametags, don't know how that's possible.
Can't see him now, guess I'll send my plan C instructions to him through points transactions.
"What is this about?" Ghostdoctor asks as he's forced to sit in the 34th row, next to Miller, who was next to GPS.
"Where's your weapon?" GPS asks while casually scribbling on a piece of paper with a pencil.
"What?"
"You heard her." Miller asserts.
Ghostdoctor has no choice here, he doesn't have a weapon in hand, he's completely helpless against the men surrounding him. In fact, just Miller might already be able to overwhelm him in combat.
"This is my weapon, heals 10 hp every shot." Ghostdoctor summons a white, futuristic, intricately designed gun that fires syringes.
"Not that, the scissors." She said, still with her usual apathetic demeanor.
"What scissors?" Ghostdoctor plays innocent.
GPS halts her doodling and looked straight into Ghostdoctor's eyes.
Ghostdoctor kept his cool, acting wasn't an issue to him, he kept a straight face even when encountered by GPS's soulless, emotionless, disdainful eyes.
"Search him." She turns her focus back to drawing then orders.
Miller got up to search Ghostdoctor thoroughly, but there's one place he couldn't search, the inventory.
"What about his inventory?" Miller asks GPS.
"Nothing on him?"
"Nothing, just a packet of chewing gum."
"Then it's fine, there's no way to check his inventory anyways."
"He's moving away! He's moving away!" Isaac informs urgently while pointing at Sean, who got up from his seat and is now heading right, Living Cemetery and GPS were behind him to the left.
"Let's go." GPS orders and stood up from her chair, still calm and cool as a cucumber.
She had Isaac carry her drawing papers and stationaries while herself carries the bat plush doll.
They tail Sean from a distance but never allowing Sean out of sight. Including Ghostdoctor, Living Cemetery members were all moving towards the direction Sean was heading.
"Excuse me damn it, excuse me, Living Cemetery here!" Isaac complains as he pushes through the crowd in the stadium, while the rest just follow the clear path he had carved out.
Sean suddenly started walking down, towards the centre of the stadium. And at that exact moment, Myth, the second strongest alliance's members were in the way of Isaac.
That's people that he can't push around easily, he politely tapped on the shoulder of one of the member and asked awkwardly "Yo uh...can y'all like clear this path real quick we need to head down it's really urgent."
"Huh? You could go down somewhere else, why specifically where we are?"
"It's a coincidence man, we just happen to be here and we really really need to head down right now." Isaac explains urgently, Sean is getting further and further away.
But being the members of the second strongest alliance, they simply cannot put down their pride, not even just to clear a path for someone to cross.
"Go around us, will you?"
"But like-" before Isaac could keep arguing for a path, GPS has already decided to go around them and headed off by herself.
"Let's go Isaac." Miller grabs Isaac's wrist and drags him along, following the master stalker herself's footsteps.
It stalled enough time for Sean to walk all the way down to the very bottom floor of the stadium, where there was a roofed opening that he then walks in.
"What is that?" Isaac asks as they descend the stairs of the stadium, trying to catch up to Sean.
"The fucking elevator's there, we have to hurry." Miller explains in vexation.
By the time they reached the bottom floor and entered the opening where Sean had went in, the crowd there was far too busy to be able to spot anyone specific.
It was a huge elevator lobby, with people flooding it's every corner, the only way to find a man of below average height would be to find his nametag in the crowd.
Yet, just as they entered the elevator lobby, GPS stopped and hung her head.
"What's wrong?" Miller questions.
"He might've figured out by now that just touching the fabric of the anonymity cloak hides the nametag.
He's short, and now he doesn't have a nametag that can be easily spotted, I don't think we'll be able to find him here." GPS explains, her voice still lacking emotions.
"What?! Aren't you the master stalker?" Isaac asks.
"Doesn't mean we should give up just because the odds are low right?" Miller follows.
"No, we should absolutely give up, otherwise we'd look too obvious.
In the event he previously hadn't known we were following him, it'd be like telling him we are if we make one wrong step here.
Still, his timing of the escape was so questionable..." GPS explains before turning back into the stadium.
"What?! Really?! That's it?" Isaac asks frustratedly.
"Yes, that's it. Ghostdoctor you're still coming with us." GPS answers.
"Huh? Why? I am of no relevance to whatever the hell you guys are doing." Ghostdoctor questions.
"No, you definitely are, follow us." GPS said while walking back into the stadium with casual steps, as if she didn't just let her target escape, as if she wasn't literally stalking someone.
"Let's go." Miller understands GPS's expertise, he's willing to trust her decisions.
Plan C, the instructions I sent to Ghostdoctor was: play dumb, update me on your position and who's around you.
Thankfully, even without the morse code translator, Ghostdoctor was able to translate my message just fine.
I've already instructed him to remove any items on him that could tie him back to the hooded man that has a functioning weapon. So with good acting, he should be able to convince them to let him go.
And while he's being confronted, if he's brought to seen GPS, like I was, then he can tell me where she is from me, and which direction and timing is optimal for my escape.
My escape was completely instructed by Ghostdoctor, who was right next to my stalkers the whole time. Knowing where the stalkers would make escape a hell lot easier, that was plan C.
He instructed me the direction I should take by the clock's system, 6 points being 6 o'clock direction or behind, 9 points would be 9 o'clock or left.
I didn't even know an elevator lobby existed at the bottom floor of the stadium, it was all Ghostdoctor that guided me through.
And since there's nothing on him that proves he's guilty of anything, he could play dumb and say he's just an ordinary player with no affiliation to me or Shockwave, I made him leave the alliance already after all.
It's a huge risk for Ghostdoctor, as he has to play his part as an ordinary player well to escape. But I knew he would take it, I knew he would.