Analyst: Neither one of you is going to want to hear this,
but he isn't our guy. We did a bit of digging around; it
seems that Agent Anderson made several phone calls both to
him and to us hours after his plane was airborne. We even
went over security footage from the airports, at least the
footage we could get our hands on. He did in fact land in
London when he said he did, therefore there is absolutely no
way he is involved.

FBI Agent: You have got to be kidding me. What about a
partner of some kind, you know he flies away while the other
guy kidnaps Agent Anderson, that way he has an alibi.

Analyst: We thought about that, but it seems highly
unlikely. The only record we can find of him trying to
contact anybody after landing was the single voice mail he
left Miss Anderson. In it he apologized for leaving so
abruptly, and wishes her a full and rewarding life. That was
it. He made no effort to contact anybody else, not friends
or family. It seems as though his story holds up, he was
just trying to get away.

FBI Agent: So wait, you are telling me that after eight
months we are right back where we started?

Analyst: Well… Not quite. This is the part you are not going
to like. We think that he can help us.

FBI Agent: What?

Analyst: He knows her better than anybody else. She had no
family, just the agency and him. We failed, we had no idea
where to look, maybe he does.

All three men look up towards The Ice Man who sits on the
other side of the glass unable to see him. Moments later the
lead agent was walking out the door and into the other one,
ready to talk to The Ice Man again.

FBI Agent: Well, it seems that everything you told us checks
out. You were long gone by the time Rachael disappeared and
on behalf of the FBI I would like to…

Ice: Cut the bullshit. I don't care about your fucking
apologies, I just want to know what the fuck happened to
Rachael.

FBI Agent: We are still working on that, but with you out of
the picture that leaves us with very few leads and…

Ice: How many?

FBI Agent: What?

Ice: How many fucking leads do you have left asshole?

FBI Agent: None, you were only suspect.

Ice: Let me get this shit straight. Rachael disappears and
you dumbasses spend eight god damned months hunting me down
like some kind of animal, without even checking your facts
first I might add, while whoever did do this shit is out
there getting further and further away.

FBI Agent: I guess you could look at it that way.

Ice: You guess? What other way is there to look at it?

FBI Agent: You are right and we are sorry but, and this is
where this gets really embarrassing, we need your help.

Ice: You need my what?

FBI Agent: We, the FBI, need your help. You know her better
than anybody; we figure you might have some insight into
what happened.

Ice: Just fucking great. First you arrest me, then you ask
me to go find after eight fucking months, with no clues
because, wait for it, you assholes were sure it was me.

The Ice Man stands up and turns toward the door. As he
reaches for the knob the agent once again speaks up.

FBI Agent: So you aren't going to help then?Ice turns back to look at him.

Ice: I didn't say that did I? I'll fucking find her.

FBI Agent: Thank you so much. When can we get started?

Ice: After my match, I'll need a flight to New York. It's
time a paid a visit to my father-in-law.

Six Months Ago
Outside the New York compound Rachael Anderson quietly
searched for an entry point. She had known of this place for
some time, and it seemed like her last hope of find The Ice
Man. His father-in-law lived her, which meant that they
might have information about his whereabouts. After finally
finding a way into the yard and jumping the fence Rachael
slowly made her way towards the house. If she could get
close she may be able to hear something, or better yet get
inside and ask, but she had to be careful bec…

When Rachael came to she was in a soft leather chair in an
office of some kind. To either side she could see a man with
a gun. As she reached up to feel the knot on the back of her
head a man who must have been in his late 50s walked past
her and sat across the desk on front of her. She blinked a
few times before her vision came back into focus revealing
The Ice Man's father-in-law as the man sitting before
her.

The Don: Well Miss Anderson, it seems you have been a very
naughty girl. Don't you know better than to sneak around on
other people's property?

Legacy rules, not necessarily my type of match. Not to
say that I can't play by the rules, I'm just not quite used
to it, not quite sure why you would want to. The thing is,
it doesn't really matter what kind of match it is, because
no matter what the rules are JC will still need to keep my
back on the mat for a full three seconds or get me to give
up. Neither one of those are going to happen. The odd thing
is that this set of rules seems to make JC more confident in
his ability to pick up the win. Most of my opponents in the
past look forward to the chance to use weapons, and
generally take anything they can get to establish an
advantage. JC seems to want a level playing field. I can
respect him for that. But just because I have respect for
his decision doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on him.

JC, along with a lot of other people I am sure, doesn't seem
to think I would do well in a pure rules match. The thing
they forget is that I do well in any match. I have the
adaptability to survive the most grueling of hardcore
battles and the most technical matches. Just because I favor
one doesn't mean I am not proficient in others. This is a
fact that JC and the world will learn come Uprising. They
expect to see a fish out of water, what they'll get is just
a shark in a different ocean. Same deal, just slightly
different surroundings. And when that bell sounds and the
match is underway I only have one bit of advice for JC,
don't let up, because I certainly won't be.