[?] Raditzu

[Raditzu]

Raditzu looked down at the crumpled letter in his hand and sighed. He craned his neck slightly, taking another look at the departing messanger, her load now one letter lighter. He leaned against a wall of his cabin and tried to smooth the creases and folds out of the paper, wondering to himself what kind of a piss-poor messanger delivered letters that were barely legible. They had one job, take a piece of paper from point A to point B. Even an idiot should be able to get that done correctly. With the envelope more-or-less restored to its original shape, Rad tore off one side and slipped out the piece of paper held within.

An interested eyebrow cocked immediatly. Previous letters had all be hand-written on scraps of whatever paper had been availible. This letter, however, was printed on standard sized paper, and not by hand. The tidy type-font was capped by a Syntech letter-head and addressed specifically to Raditzu. The tone of the letter was also unlike anything else he had recieved this competition. It had been phrased so officially that more than once it cause the saiya-jin to roll his eyes. He was no stranger to bureaucracy, but everything had its limits. Thankfully the letter was short. And even more thankfully, it contained a detailed map of the island upon which the competition was taking place.

His eyes scanned over the map a couple of times, then drifted back to the letter. It seemed like everything was almost over. One of the armies had gained control of most of the island, and there was only one group standing in its way. It seemed like Rad had missed out on most of the action, though that almost assuredly a result of his own lethargy. Despite several chances to jump into the fray, he had been content to simply laze about the cabin, not really worrying about anything whatsoever. Coulda been worse, the saiyan thought as he fingered the collar around his neck: at least his head was still attatched to his body.

With a stiff yawn, the saiyan pushed away from his cabin and stretched lightly. He took the map in his left hand, crumpled up the letter with his right and promptly littered. Whistling a merry little tune, Rad turned, confirmed his position with his map and marched off.