And when you thought things couldn't get any worse [Motive]
You all couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread that now permeated the submarine after Susan had made that fateful announcement. Kill to leave? Surely he couldn’t be serious, right? And for a while you could let the false sense of security reassure you, that maybe this was all just a huge practical joke, and there was to be no killing. But perhaps you knew it wasn’t. Which is why you found yourself back in the meeting room, all sixteen of you, waiting for him to make a reappearance. When there was 24:05:00 left on the clock, the speakers crackled to life.
“Howdy there! Ah’ can tell y’all have been listenin’, and here y’all are, punctual too! Good, good, ah’ like it when m’kids behave themselves! As promised, ‘ere’s yer somethin’ special!”
For a moment, nothing happened. You all looked around, wondering what the special surprise was and where it was going to come from. It was Kasai who first noticed Susan in the distance, and as everyone turned to look, the small black-and-white dot in the distance got bigger. Very fast.
Without warning, MonoSame slammed into the glass panorama, and a large, if hairline, crack spread out from the initial point of impact. Luckily, the panel held, and Susan simply backed up so he could address you through the cleft window.
“Well, that went exactly as ah’ expected it ta go! Good thing too, I d’wanna drown y’all…on accident, at least.” Susan smiled, as his monochromatic red eye gleamed. “Henceforth, ah’ declare, that if no one dies before these next twenty-four hours are up, ah’m authorized ta flood this whole submarine by ramming into it again ‘n again, and turn y’all into m’next submarine sandwich! If ya wanna continue this whole no-killin’ business just so y’all can remain guilt-free, then be m’guest! Ah’ hope ya understand the consequences of not actin’ when it’s yer only choice left!”
With a macabre laugh, Susan sped away, and your eyes all refocused on the red timer.
24:00:01…24:00:00…23:59:59…
You now had twenty-four hours to kill, or risk everyone on board being killed. Bon voyage.