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Yeah, you guess you could throw Sour a good solid meter on a good day and probably half that on a bad one and you know that trusting him even that far would be foolish. So you collect your Anzio case and begin assembling it. You could assemble this thing in your sleep you've spent so many hours working on it but you are always careful. It's a precision instrument even if all it really is is a tube to direct an explosion. A few minutes later you lug it over to a good spot and brace it against some spare building materials. Your exoskeleton is great for your handguns and does basically nothing for you here. After all, the gun weighs about as much as you do and the custom rounds you feed into it kick like a mad ass. After setup is complete you check Sour's location again, right where you left him heading north on foot towards the bus depot. Probably thinking that he can just hijack something. He doesn't even have a license to drive anything anymore and yet all he does it steal motor vehicles when he needs to get somewhere. What a prick. You watch him with a bead drawn on him for a while. It's then that you realize that he's not going to do anything so long as he's within five miles of you. He knows you have the Anzio and he knows that even with luck you're not gonna hit him outside of that. You swear under your breath. You look at your phone and see that Wesson texted you something a while back.

'at the abandoned runway now
stay safe see you in Bristol'

Okay. That's good. The timestamp indicates that he sent this almost half an hour ago and the abandoned runway the drug runners use is in the opposite direction of the bus depot. To top it all off he should be in the air inside of ten minutes from now. The day was bad, but things managed to work themselves out in spite of a little fire and bullshit. You look at the Sour Kraut again. Still headed north. He'll be out of range in another three minutes if he stays at that rate in that direction. You should

[] Shoot him now. The Anzio needs to taste blood before you pack it up.
[] Leave him be for now. He's playing by your rules, just make sure he stays that way.
[] Fiddle with your phone, you never got around to that.

This is an Anzio for those not in the know

You softly place your Anzio aside and then ask Sour if he likes the breeze. You tell him that it's only breezy like this before it rains. You can smell it on the air, feel it on your skin. It's not going to be nice out here for the rest of the night. He turns to you and tells you to leave in a harsh jumble of English and German. He sounds angry all the time, but now he sounds annoyed, too. He doesn't appear to be carrying a weapon though. He might have a sidearm and a detonator. But he doesn't set traps the way you do. He's more than comfortable taking care of pursuers as they come. Pretty brutish for a guy whose specialty is setting and assembling bombs. He tells you to leave again, but you're not leaving. You reply in no uncertain terms that this is your city and that he's being unprofessional here. It's none of his concern what you do with your employment after he's already turned down the same job. His eyes flicker with something other than his standard rage. He opens his mouth but then closes it and swears under his breath. He reaches for something but by the time his hand is halfway there you've already got your Double Eagle trained on his upper chest. He smirks and tells you that he's not going to fight you here. It's your business if you want to die but it's his business that you're interfering with. Your retort primarily comprises a broad spectrum of colorful language but carries across the basic message that business means money and he's doing this for himself not for a payoff. He tells you that not everything is about money. That's up for debate but him leaving now by the stairs or taking a short cut is up to whether he kindly fucks off or if he forces your hand. He smiles horribly and makes for the stairs. The last thing he says to you before he disappears from sight is that he's changed his mind. This job is worth more than he'd thought before. So there you are, left a little confused and very relieved. Well, relieved once you were sure that he hadn't placed any explosives in the area. If there was one thing that was good about him, the only times he'd tried to kill you he'd tried to do with with his bare hands while you were either sleeping or driving a car. Not the height of politeness, but more straightforward and personal than blasting a shaped charge into your spine while you're sitting down to dinner. Either way, you watch his progress away from the building for a while to make sure he isn't heading towards the airport or a helipad. He was still, for his twisted sense of honor towards you, not to be trusted. While you watch him you should

[] Go through your contacts, find someone to discuss this with.
[] Check on Remiel Wesson.
[] Pull out the Anzio in case he does something funny.
[] Mess around with your phone in general. It's new so you might be able to find something useful.

That's total bullshit and you know it. People wouldn't start posting in something I made if it would prevent them from getting mutant herpes and a chorus of vuvuzela players playing while they slept. I just don't have that mass appeal, that zazz that other people have. I suspect it's something you're born with as opposed to something you acquire so I'm ****ing doooooooooomed for all time. You know that to be true. You've read the writing on the walls. You've read the augurs and starsigns. It's all clear as day.

Nothing much. You're just supposed to get that you did a bad thing Nate. A very heinous and horrible thing. A thing that you may never take back or make up. A thing that will in all likelihood destroy the planet someday. And now you have to live with it.

That was either an extended joke or me being the most honest I've ever been with any of you. Either way you should clearly have not ****ed with the natural order of things.

Oh god, Nate. What the **** are you doing?

I still think of those as new series...

You don't have the tools to work on the elevator anyway. Even if you lose a few minutes walking is better than nothing. It's... well, it's boring walking up all those stairs alone with nothing in particular to do. You can basically only go through your inventory and 'To Do' list in your head ad infinitum. That's the only problem with having nothing but your work. When you've got free time you're just bored until it ends. Then again, it's why you're suddenly on schedule to retire by the time you're thirty. You'll have time to work on having interests then. For the time being.

Inventory -
You are currently in the possession of:
Guns:
Colt Double Eagle(modified)x1
Walther P99(modified)x1
Ruger MKIII (modified)x1
1988 Glock 17L(unmodified)x1
Luger P08 circa 1940 (unmodified)x1
Colt Python circa 1970 (unmodifed)x1
Desert Eagle Mark I(unmodified)x1
Anzio 20mm (modified)x1
Force o' Nature (modified)x1

Ammunition:
What's in the guns plus two extra mags for each of the modified guns.
Ten rounds for the Anzio, 5 armor piercing and 5 tracer.
You used up two rounds from your Walther P99.

Explosives:
C4 - 10lb
Blasting Cap x4

Clothing:
Stored-
Cocktail Dress
Heels
Scarf
Worn-
Hoodie
Graphic Tee
Running Shoes
Socks
Undergarments
Cargo Shorts
Hat with Wig
Bulletproof Vest
Exoskeleton

Computing:
Smart Phone

Tools:
Custom maintenance kit

Key:
Case File
Marcus' Wallet
Your Wallet
Envelope with 65 grand in cash from the Spain job
Briefcase with 950 grand in cash for expenses

To Do List:
Deal with Sour Kraut
Deal with Wesson
Order that present for those two
Get yourself to the UK
Do the job
Cash out of your assets and whatever else
Go into hiding under a another new name
Make sure that you've properly disappeared
Retire
Pass away peacefully in your sleep at the age of a hundred and something

Well, half of the 'To Do' list is valid. Whatever, you're finally at the top of the stairs. The thing you like about incomplete buildings is the openness of the top floors. Walls aren't finished yet, beams sticking out everywhere. It's nice and breezy and easy to get your shot from. The thing you don't like about this particular top floor is that you're not alone. Sour Kraut's surveying the city the way a strategist looks at a map. You should have known a guy as smart as him would find this place and use i the way you did. The binoculars and his slightly off hearing have prevented you from being noticed thus far. Well, at least he saved you some time.

[] Kill him now. It was alright when he just took jobs that put him in a position to kill you but now he's trying to interfere with your work of his own accord. That's just unprofessional. So you plan to repay in kind.
[] Reveal yourself after drawing a weapon and setting aside the Anzio case. You are not a murderer, you are a professional. Until it's your job to kill him, you will have to show some forbearance.
[] Comment on the weather.
[] Leave.

You tell him that there's something else you've got to do. Business. Wesson tries to pry into it but you silence him with the press of a button. The great thing about this city, no, the reason why you chose this city was because it had four buildings that rose above the rest of the skyline and each offered access to about a fifth or the sniping lanes the city had to offer. What's more, the buildings were under halted construction due to the recession. You could climb up one in a matter of minutes and find anyone in the city within an hour this way. Since you already know where Sour is within a few miles you know which skeleton skyscraper to go to. Luckily it's close enough that you needn't worry about him exiting the sight zone. After a few dirty looks from hobos and a few blocks of wear on your shoes you're slipping into the seemingly condemned building. The freight elevator should be good enough to-- it's broken. Walking up several dozen flights of stairs with the Anzio doesn't seem all that palatable.

[] Try to repair the freight elevator.
[] Get climbing.
[] Call Sour.
[] Get back on the streets, you've got an idea.

[?] Seek the Sec. Mod

This isn't self serving at all, right?

Since I talked to Ghetto yesterday I decided to finish this one up.

Spoiler: Ghetto at Odds

After a few moments of consideration you end up almost unconsciously called Remiel Wesson. When he replies you remain silent for a few seconds, gaging his reaction. He answers smoothly and calmly and seems to be a totally different person, not the nervous nancy boy you've been talking to all day. Proof positive that he's an actor you think until he hears your voice and starts barraging you with questions. After getting him calm you simply inform him that Hannes Herman was probably coming to kill him. He's silent for a bit. You clarify that you mean the angry German that turned down the job. Wesson finally speaks to tell you that this is very grave news and what is he supposed to do about it. You never really considered a spy type like him wouldn't have a plan in case HItler's number one son came after him. So you tell him to just get out of town as soon as possible and try to keep a low profile. He asks if you're coming with him.

[] Of course. You've got to get out, too.
[] No, it's time to deal with Sour once and for all.
[] "Cough, cough... go on without me."

Alright, you're gonna make me do it aren't you? Yes, that. You know, my secret maneuver. My ultimate skill. My guaranteed super double blackjack triple play final. Well prepare to count to 21 whoresons and winewenches, because here this mother****er ****ing is the **** now. My final guessificationality and otherwise ****todo with this shizzlenigglet is Nova-ghost! No question about this one. I never knew he was into such deviation but I accept him for the way he is and do not seek to condescend or consuella about it. Deflangle margins are too markavarov in these ghelephantis martins to burdock roots and shwizzbanglers.

Alright, I've got this. Please, don't take of your pants and jacket until you have the material but...
It's Amaury.
Yeah, he's into that stuff. He wants to get it with the second dimension. Oh yeah.

I appreciate this greatly. I shall make my first guess with much gusto then.

I GUESS THAT IT IS DARKANDROID! HOLD ALL APPLAUSE UNTIL THE END OF THE SHOW I'LL BE HERE ALL YOUR LIFETIME.

You can get it broken for you if you talk to the guy in the half sunken ruins. It costs some souls but it's worth getting your full healthbar back.

Neither.

You briefly forget that you're wearing nearly 200 lbs in gun and try to sneak after the Nazi bastard. Within a couple of minutes you've managed to lose him entirely. Knowing him, he'll be looking for Wesson's mode of transport and planting a bomb. Something classy like a demolition grade shaped charge to increase gore but minimize actual damage. Sour's never been a fan of Hollywood explosions or overkill. For him, it's all about getting in just the right amount of kill. As you muse on where to go and attempt to pick up on his trail it occurs to you that he might already have set up something somewhere and this whole incident was to distract you. While Sour's pretty straight forward, you know he can display some subtly when it means getting someone dead. You sigh, you guess it's time to

[] Continue looking for Sour Kraut.
[] Call Wesson, he needs a heads up.
[] Forget this noise, it's time to leave this town forever.