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[b]Word Count:[/b] 432
[b]Level 6 Captain Falcon:[/b] 84/60
[b]Exp Gained:[/b] +1
[b]NEW EXP Balance---[/b] 85/60

[H3]Esaka, Opera House Exterior[/h3][/center]

Captain Falcon’s time at the Opera House had been rather… dull, to say the least. As much as the F-Zero pilot wanted to take a shot at the people responsible for the raid at the Banishing Flats, he was no detective. He could hunt bounties, sure, but that usually was benefited by his connections with various galactic law enforcement agencies who performed the actual legwork in locating the wanted criminals. They merely lacked the means to actually take them on, which was where an independent contractor like Captain Falcon would come in.

This situation was unfortunately very similar. Falcon had no doubt he could lend a hand if a fight with Chloe broke out, but beyond that? Well, suffice to say, the man was feeling more and more like dead weight right now. As he stood cross-armed outside of the Opera House wherein Kim was doing his thing as a detective, it eventually made the Captain come to a decision. He was obviously not being of much help right now, and so it was probably better if he left the detective work to the professional detectives.

[color=1f66b2]”Terry, it’s Cap.”[/color] Falcon said over the link pearl, thinking to get some extra intel from him about some of the other KoF teams. However, the Captain didn’t get a reply. [color=1f66b2]”Terry?”[/color] He said again, and still nothing. Now Falcon was beginning to actually worry.

[color=1f66b2]”Detective Kitsuragi?”[/color] Falcon said, communicating to Kim instead, [color=1f66b2]”It’s Falcon. Gonna have to back off of the Opera House for now. Terry’s not responding to my communication, and that’s beginning to worry. I’ll be at the Fatal Fury Dojo. If something goes wrong, give me a call and I’ll regroup with you ASAP.”[/color]

[center][H3]Esaka’s Middle Tier, Fatal Fury Dojo[/h3][/center]

The Fatal Fury Dojo, as always, was nestled in what was basically Esaka’s version of Chinatown. And that name certainly did fit the look and feel of the architecture around these parts. The dojo itself bore what Falcon swore was an uncanny similarity to the Breakers Dojo down in the Lower Tier. And that small bit of familiarity was somewhat comforting.

What wasn’t comforting was that Falcon didn’t find any sign of Terry at the Fatal Fury dojo. And after asking a few of its members, including Master Tung, it sounded like none of them had seen Terry since yesterday afternoon.

[color=1f66b2]”Where could he be?”[/color] Falcon asked himself aloud, [color=1f66b2]”If he’s still missing by the time our next round of fights comes, then…”[/color]