Answers (Part 3)

Zulu had to be found, I knew that. Mr. Patton's lead seemed to be the only real one I had. Acting on instinct, I followed it. I dug up a bunch of financial records of Mr. Patton's. One of which was a gasoline bill for a large airplane. Where had it stopped for gas? Just a few hundred miles shy of Antarctica. This made the lead seem solid, and so I chased it.

 

I readied a jet to leave for Antarctica within the next five days, with Alfred piloting. Only he could know of this. I packed the suit I had designed for combat against Mr. Freeze, as Antarctica would be consistently below -20 degrees.

 

The plane ride took a while. During the flight, one thought would not leave my mind; why WAS Zulu even in Antarctica? Least of all with Bloodfall...

 

Once the cowl was over my head, Alfred opened one of the cargo doors for me to jump out of.

 

"Good luck, Master Wayne." He called out as I plummeted down towards the freezing earth below.

 

I landed atop an icy plateau, giving me a good view of my surroundings. To the left it was, well...mostly ice and more snow, but to the right I could make out a small grey building no more than ten kilometres away. I decided there might be some decent leads there, if anywhere.

 

I glided down off the plateau and landed in a snowbank. Luckily, my suit took most of the edge off the cold. I could clearly see the building now, and I began to jog towards it.

 

When I finally reached the building, I was fairly tired. The door was swinging open in the wind and making a spooky sort of whispering sound, beckoning me inside.

 

Once inside, a sudden uneasiness hit me. Was Zulu being held here? Had she gone insane and become a hermit? I had no idea, but I didn't feel good about even being there.

 

I climbed a short set of stairs. At the top were several dead bodies of men in odd militaristic black armour. Strangely, they all held German Heckler and Koch guns. Interesting. As I continued down the hall, I saw several more bodies, until I nearly tripped over one. Its head was barely on its shoulders, the blood sprayed on the wall had dried. Weeks old by now. I glance farther down the hall to see a large blade stuck in the wall. I walk up to it and begin tug. It takes a lot of effort, but it finally comes out. I look down at it once and immediately realize something disturbing; the blade is Zulu's, and there is blood on the hilt.

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