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[Scene: An Alaskan Hotel. Through the snowstorm outside we quickly get a glimpse of it, but not much. The cameras switch to the inside of one of its rooms, a big room, most likely a VIP room. There is a rustle at the door as it opens fast and Chris Cortez runs in without his big puffy coat. He runs around the room looking for something, as he frantically searches for it. He looks over at one wall and sees what he has been looking for: the termastate. He runs over and puts it up to full blast as he stands by the heater and relaxes]

Chris Cortez: Ahhhhh...I think im finally getting feeling back in my hands....

[Chris Cortez relaxes for a moment as he opens one eye, and then the other, seeing the camera]

Chris Cortez: The hell?! How the hell you get in here?!

[The camera man holds up a set of keys]

Chris Cortez: How you get those? Wait, you know what? I don't really care. I don't really care about anything at the moment. I just spent the longest day of my life in some God forsaken freezer bruising and cutting myself on frigging ice and what not! If you excuse me, I ask that you please leave so that I may take a nice HOT bubble bath, ok?

[As the camera man gets up to leave, the phone rings. The camera man stops and looks over at it and then looks back at Chris Cortez, who looks at the phone as well.]

Chris Cortez: Hm, I wonder who that is?

[Chris Cortez walks over and picks up the phone as he sits on the edge of the bed]

Chris Cortez: Hello? Hello? HELLO?

[Chris Cortez gets a weird look on his face as he looks back at the camera guy]

Chris Cortez: There's just heavy breathing on the other end. Go pick up the other phone across the room, take a listen.

[The camera man rushes over and picks up the phone and listens as there is indeed just heavy breathing]

Chris Cortez: Waitaminute! I know who this is! KILLJOY, DAMNIT! IM NOT FALLING FOR ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR DAMN MINDGAMES! I KNOW THAT'S YOU! I KNOW IT! DON'T YOU GO HIDING FROM ME LIKE THE COWARD YOU ARE! DON'T-

[Suddenly, a voice speaks, but it isn't that of Killjoy. It sounds a bit old and raspy]

?????: This isn't Killjoy.

Chris Cortez: Than who the hell is this? I ought to call the police and-

?????: Look, who I am is not important. What's important is that you know that what you are doing is pointless. You will learn nothing of importance from Sub-Zero.

Chris Cortez: Yeah? Well, how the hell do you know that?

?????: Look, kid, I just know, ok? If you want to be ready for Killjoy, this isn't the way to go about it. You need to learn from someone who knows him, you need to learn from someone who has fought him. You need to learn...from me.

[Chris Cortez and the camera man look at each other for a moment]

Chris Cortez: Yeah, well, just who the hell is this?

?????: I don't have much time. I only put a quarter in the phone. All you need to know at the moment is to meet me at 457 Industry Road. Near the old woods. Warehouse 6. Be there at midnight tomorrow if you want to stand any chance against Killjoy.

Chris Cortez: WHAT?! YOU MEAN I HAVE TO GO ALL THE WAY BACK FROM WHERE I CAME?! TO SOME STUPID PLACE A FEW MILES FROM THE LSW ARENA?! LISTEN BUDDY, I SPENT A LOT OF MONEY TO GET HERE AND I DON'T APPRECIATE YOU-

?????: Hehehehe. You sound just like I did. Just like me, back when I was still around, back when I was THOUGHT I was a match for him. Oh, how I was so foolish, just like you are now.

Chris Cortez: What?! HEY, LISTEN HERE! I-

?????: All will be explained in time. That time is tomorrow night, 12am. Remember it. Remember it well.

Chris Cortez: Yeah, but-

?????: Be There.

Chris Cortez: HEY, WAIT!

[The person on the other side hangs up as Chris Cortez just looks at the phone for a minute and then hangs it up. He looks over at the camera man who just shrugs as Chris Cortez looks down for a moment as he's thinking. The camera shuts off as the scene fades to black.]

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