"Moo, and Zandor."

"Zandor used to work for his brother, Xanatos. He nearly beet the Golem, but he was KO'd and badly ingured." She wipes her eyes and pauses before continueing.
"Xanatos went and argued with the Team Captain about the Golem's roughness, beliving that he was to rough on Zandor, but he never came back. The only ones who knew about the visit where Zandor, Darbock, and Dora. They didn't say anything, there being hardly any proof of murder, but..." She sighed and wiped her eyes again.

Zeta turned sharply, just now noticing Zandor's presence within the room. He narrowed his eyes at Zandor, studying him deeply, he replied to him through the force.

Almost beat the champion, did we? Why exactly did you fail to mention such to me?

Zeta turned back to the woman for a moment, before looking back at Zandor once more.

"Zandor, I've come to find, does not always tell the whole story, leaving out bits and pieces..."

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"Well, I suppose it's because he doesn't like to reveal things about himself. The loss of Xanatos and the match was a great tradgey for his family, he didn't take it to well either." She stops suddenly when shes Zandor.

Ah, Zandor, you of all people should know I have ways of finding out anything I wish about you, secretive or otherwise...

"You've been most helpful to me, Lina, in more ways than you can ever imagine..."

He said this all as he kept a cold fixed stare on Zandor, his eyes still narrowed at him.

Zandor smirked slightly and walked out the door.

"Well...you're welcome, Zeta. Good luck in the tournament, though you probably don't need it..."

Zeta did not give thanks, it was beneath him to do so. He simply nodded his head in response.

"I must go now, I must catch up on my rest."

He too left, though he had lied. He set off, following Zandor, though lagging behind so as not to be spotted by the hopper.

Zandor exits the building and stands facing the desert. His eyes scan the hot sand, looking for any signs of life. Long moment passed as he watched.
"Where are you hidding you coward. If you had one bit of courage in you, you'd face me. But no, you hide behind your pathetic warriors. I'll find you, and I'll make you pay for what you did to me."

Zeta silently stands off to the side, keeping quiet, observing. He knew he would not get the answers he saught, even if he asked. It was better for him to watch and wait...

"I'll find you one of these days, you're little champian can't protect you forever. Everything has an end, even you. You'll be lying at my feet, begging me to end your life when I'm through with you."
Zandor gazes out into the desert for another minute, then begins to walk toward the arena.

Little champion...

Just who was Zandor refering to then? Whom was he trying to reach?

Zeta silently fallowed Zandor toward the arena, making his presence known now to him.

Why do you go there now, the tournament is not until several hours from now...