It's morning

Call your boyfriend Remiel.

 

[x] Calling Remiel.

 

He picks up almost immediately. He sounds a little apprehensive. He asks if you're having second thoughts. You ask him if he's still in town. He says he is. You ask where. He doesn't know why you're asking but acquiesces regardless. You tell him to meet you at the closest bar in an hour, you're coming with him. He says he shouldn't really. You tell him that you don't like being stood up. He asks you if there's anything he can do to help you out at all. You tell him it shouldn't be anything big, you just need to pick up the case file and a few supplies. Also, there might or might not be a few people heading over to your place to torch it. But nothing you can't handle alone. He expresses concern, but remind him that you'd only get in the way. He confirms the time and location with you as you crack a smile. You remind him and hang up. You're nearly back home and you see a few suspicious types again. No one you recognize from the dog race but all the same, probably the guys you're after especially the one with the gasoline. You pull out your Double Eagle for this one. How do you proceed?

 

Get to cover and shoot the guy with the gasoline in the hand.

 

Shoot the gasoline from a distance, then fly kick one of them into the flames. The others should run.

 

Ask what they think they're doing. We can't be too sure who they are, so seeing their reaction might help. Who knows amirite.

 

Reveal the dulcet tones of your beautiful opera soprano by serenading them with a tune that will capture their hearts. You do not wish to waste your precious bullets, after all.

 

Shoot them in the knees like the other guys. Same offer.

 

A bunch of stupid shit runs through your head. You get a little frustrated with yourself but manage not to just go wild, after all you need to be able to show your face in this town again. While taking the diplomatic route sucks, you've gotta do it occasionally. Like now, for instance. You clear your throat and call the police again, this time from a pay phone while trying your best to disguise your voice you explain that you see some suspicious men and think they might be arsonists. The police are on their way now. You duck out of the retrograde booth, hide your gun from view and approach the men. You ask them politely what they're doing from a safe-enough-for-you distance. They turn to you and then turn to each other, not quite sure what to do with you. They try, ploddingly, to come up with something but end up just telling you to buzz off and mind your own damn business. You tell them that it's your neighborhood so it is your business if unfamiliar men are skulking about. They threaten you, at least you think that's what they're trying to do. They haven't quite gotten implications down you assume. So you pretend to bee scared off by walking into your apartment complex, keeping them within line of sight as much as possible. They look at each other again. They're total amateurs. Idiots off the street at best. Marcus had no reason to fear these clowns, even if he had zero combat ability. There had to be something else up with this situation, maybe they were just the warning shot. You enter your apartment careful of both your own traps and the possibility of new ones. Everything is fine for the moment. You peer back out the window and the men, they seem to be losing their nerves. The police should be there in minutes so it's time for you to make your exit out the window. It's a shame, but you think you smell burning gasoline as you make your way to the bar to meet Remiel. It's been an eventful day but the sun's set by now and you've got a ways to go. On your way there you should

[] Check your inventory. Gotta examine your sweet loot and what you could salvage from your possibly destroyed apartment.
[] Hail a cab. You don't want Wesson to get fed up waiting for you.
[] Circle back around and check out the situation.
[] Call Marcus and ask him what he was so worried about.

 

[x] Check your inventory. Gotta examine your sweet loot and what you could salvage from your possibly destroyed apartment.
[x] Hail a cab. You don't want Wesson to get fed up waiting for you.

Not in that order.

 

Check your inventory and see what kind of cool stuff you can loot from your I-hope-it's-not-that-badly-burned apartment.


There's been a lot of shizz going on, so better be sure you're well equipped before making any contact with Marcus or Wesson.

 

[x] Check your inventory. Gotta examine your sweet loot and what you could salvage from your possibly destroyed apartment.
[x] Hail a cab. You don't want Wesson to get fed up waiting for you.​

 

You need to arrange yourself and set a few things in order but doing that in the middle of the street would be... stupid. So you move to a more traveled area and hail a cab. A few minutes later you're sitting in one, behind a good natured looking old man. You keep an eye on him to make sure nothing is up. You carefully leaf through your bag and rifle through your pockets as the car moves along slowly in the city traffic.

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

Ammunition:
What's in the guns plus two extra mags for each of the modified guns.

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

Computing:
Smart Phone

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

Your bag is big heavy with all this shit, but it should be worth having most of it. The cab's about 20 minutes out from the bar, what do you occupy yourself with.

(Sorry, for some of the ****** wording, I kinda lost the whole thing when my internet cut out and had to try to remember it. You also might have lost a few items over it.)

 

Look at the cab window and admire the scenery. Attempt to start a conversation with the cab driver. ​

 

Observe the surroundings.

 

Wait, is that 10 pounds of C4? HAVE NONE OF YOU PLAYED GTA? Blow **** up with the C4!

 

Get out. We have a job to do here.

 

I'll agree to the job if we buy more C4 after we get paid.

 

Shh. Don't even. I will start ignoring your posts and shit.

 

Agh, fine.