Welcome back, Screamers…
The fourth team is all suited up and ready for the Tournament.
Meet: Anaconda Corp.
Wealth. Power. Control. These are the core pillars of the company that slithers through every sector, from cyber security to space exploration, from politics to arms deals.
At the top stands Abigail Mertens, one of the most vicious and feared Screamers ever. Her victories and connections forged her empire and secured her place among the elite.
Now a new team joins the grid under her command. Her son, Gabriel Mertens, leads the team, with Hope Kaminsky and Dirk van Wyk personally chosen by Abigail to protect the family legacy.
And with the Tournament about to begin, we’ve accessed a batch of leaked corporate communications. Turns out even Anaconda Corp can’t cover up everything…
Group name:
Re: The Hatchling
Leaked conversation:
[10:09 AM]
Dirk: That was brilliant! Absolutely bloody brilliant!
[10:09 AM]
Dirk: Idk anyone else who can make Gabriel squirm like that. Truly, ma’am, you have a gift.
[10:09 AM]
Abigail: Well, I’ve had years of practice.
[10:09 AM]
Abigail: I am his mother, after all.
[10:10 AM]
Dirk: Still! Making Gabriel join a Screamer tournament to prove his worth, knowing he doesn’t have a snowman’s chance in hell of winning? You’re an artist, ma’am.
[10:10 AM]
Abigail: Oh, I wouldn’t say his odds are that poor.
[10:10 AM]
Abigail: He has the two of you, after all.
[10:10 AM]
Hope: Ma’am?
[10:11 AM]
Abigail: You will be joining the tournament as Gabriel’s teammates.
[10:11 AM]
Abigail: Push him.
[10:11 AM]
Abigail: Stop him from doing anything stupid.
[10:11 AM]
Abigail: Keep him alive.
[10:11 AM]
Abigail: Think you can handle that?
[10:12 AM]
Hope: Of course.
[10:12 AM]
Dirk: Handcuffed, blindfolded, and gagged.
[10:12 AM]
Dirk: But enough about my hobbies.
[10:12 AM]
Abigail: You jest, Dirk, but your “hobby” of breaking jaws needs to be kept in check.
[10:12 AM]
Abigail: This isn’t a negotiation where we can just throw money at the problem. If you lose your cool, Anaconda Corp is out of the tournament.
[10:13 AM]
Dirk: Please, ma’am, have a little faith in me.
[10:13 AM]
Dirk: Is this cuz of that small scuffle I got into last week?
[10:13 AM]
Hope: “Small scuffle”? That man is still in a coma.
[10:13 AM]
Dirk: What choice did I have?! That walking sweat stain made fun of the way we say “Anaconda Corp.”
[10:14 AM]
Dirk: I told him, “Abigail Mertens founded Anaconda Corp. And if she don’t pronounce the ‘p,’ then neither do I—and neither do you!”
[10:14 AM]
Dirk: But he wouldn’t listen.
[10:14 AM]
Dirk: So I made him listen.
[10:14 AM]
Abigail: And I appreciate that.
[10:14 AM]
Abigail: Just save any comas you want to induce for after the tournament, yes?
[10:15 AM]
Dirk: Happily.
[10:15 AM]
Hope: You can count on us, ma’am.
[10:15 AM]
Hope: We’ll take care of Gabriel.
[Abigail Mertens has left the conversation.]
[10:16 AM]
Dirk: Oh we’ll take care of him, alright hahaha