It's morning

[x] Load your gun and contemplate killing him some more.

 

First option.



Lets make this guy's dreams come true.

 

[x] Choose what you're going to wear. Something nice preferably, something that'll take a while to get together maybe something he'll need to zip up for you.

 

[x] Load your gun and contemplate killing him some more.

 

I'm going to resolve this dilemma:

[x] Go back out as you are, claim you haven't got anything else to put on.



Oooops.

 

First things first, the gun's tummy has the rumblies that only bullets can satisfy. One custom extended mag of added weight later you feel much better. You tap your gun on your chin thoughtfully, you'll give him a chance to decide whether he lives or dies. Now it's time to put something on, maybe shower too. No reason to be prompt for a guy who broke into your home and stole your gun, even if he did give it back. Nobody touches the gun. So you drop what little you are wearing and step into your shower, lucky it's attached to the bedroom too, walking to the other door would make this plan a little weak. About ten minutes you're pretty much done showering. There are no towels in the bathroom, though. Maybe you should

[] Go back into your room and find a towel there.
[] Ask him to get a towel from the closet in the hall.
[] Fire through the door. If he hasn't moved at all you'll likely blow his brains out.

 

[x] Ask him to get a towel from the closet in the hall.

 

Ask the ****er to get you a towel. He broke into your home so he might as well show some gentleman movez by getting the towel.

 

[x] Ask him to get a towel from the closet in the hall.

 

You ask him if he'd be a dear and find you a towel as you can't seem to find one yourself. He remains silent for a moment, then accedes and goes off to find one. Soon enough he's knocking on the door. You open the door a crack and slip a hand out to accept the towel. He hands it over quietly and you thank him. Minutes later you're nice and dry and wearing a fresh set of undergarments. As you peruse your limited wardrobe you realize that you've only got a single suit and a single dress. You contemplate putting on the suit for a more business like look, but upon inspecting it you realize it still has a few bullet holes in it. The dress it is. You slip it on, it's one of the few things you own that doesn't reek of gunpowder, it's also one of the few things you need help getting into. You're pretty much ready, just the back zipper remains, you might as well

[] Ask him for some help.
[] Take the extra time to do it yourself.
[] Set up a claymore.

 

[x] Ask him for some help.

 

[x] Ask him for some help.

 

[x] Set up a claymore.

 

You quickly call him in for help. He asks for what, but you just say that it's important if he wants this done before nightfall. Protests a little more, but then buckles and enters your room. Your room is in quite a state. Your desk is covered with papers, tools and scattered gun parts. On your floor were scattered all your dirty clothes from the past however many days with the recent addition of a towel and some underwear. He frowned at you holding up the top of the dress as you asked him to zip you up. He did it regardless. No poker face on this one, already red as a beet. He wasn't a spy at least. So you lead him back out into the kitchen and take a seat on the counter looking down at him slightly. It was now nearly two hours to noon. He seemed a little bit less demure and collected than he had earlier. You want to smirk, but hold it back. As he begins to talk you

[] Listen to what he has to say.
[] Interrupt him and ask him for the short version.
[] Make him feel even more uncomfortable somehow. Maybe closing the distance.

 

[x] Listen to what he has to say.

 

What is with all the violence? Jesus.

Listen to what he has to say.

 

Make the sucker feel more uncomfortable. This is what women do, they play with your mind man and they make you think things that you shouldn't think of.



Scary ****.

 

[x] Listen to what he has to say.​

 

Short version.

 

You can't be too aggressive with this kind of situation, so you give him a break and listen. He informs you that he's there to inform you about your next job and then informs you thusly. He even hands you a proper case file and everything. It's a two year long contract for a series of jobs actually. The pay is six figures, nearly seven, and apparently you're going to be working with a team this time. He then puts something else on the table. You know what a briefcase full of fresh nonsequential Franklin clones looks like and this sight is eerily similar. Ten percent up front to cover any costs of operation that might be incurred by the mission itself. You'll have to ship out in two days if you accept. When pressed he protects his employer's identity like any good flying monkey would. He also asks that you have your answer ready now as the first task is very time sensitive and his employer is very impatient. This job would be enough to retire you in fair comfort and safety if all goes well, but there's a few things not right here. There's the fact that you hate working with others and then the secretive employers paying you more than anyone's ever paid anyone for this kind of work. Do you

[] Accept.
[] Decline.
[] Ask for an extension.