It's night

Mess around with your phone in general


See if there are any new good apps and flash games

I change my mind. Discuss this with someone

 

[] Pull out the Anzio in case he does something funny.

You'll probably need to kill him.

 

[x] Anzio

Too smug a bastard to let free.

 

I guess this is irrelevant, but every time I see the word Anzio, I think of Ezio.

 

This is an Anzio for those not in the know

 

Holy **** mother****er the character carries that thing around? daym

 

Think Yoko Littner.

 

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.

 

[x] Fiddle with your phone, you never got around to that.

 

[] Leave him be for now. He's playing by your rules, just make sure he stays that way.

 

Fiddle with your phone and accidently his head with Anzio


[x] Leave him be for now.

 

You take your finger off the trigger and watch him keep going. Luckily enough, even after he leaves your range he keeps going in that direction. Looks like you made the right call. Anyway, time to get other things done. This day has been incredibly stupid and it reminds you exactly how much you aren't a morning person and exactly how aware you are that it's always morning somewhere. Not much else to do but arrange a way outta town. Maybe you can do something with your phone. Apparently, yeah, you can get a ticket out of here tomorrow on a real plane. Speaking of that, you text Wesson to relax, breathe and rest because Sour Kraut is no longer on his trail. Before you get a chance to send that message, however, you get another one from Wesson asking what you did to make Sour change his mind. You back up and say it doesn't make sense to you either, but you expect a portion of his cut as compensation. After that's sent you decide to familiarize yourself with more of your phone's functions. It's one of those Pear Corporation deals, you usually don't like them but this was a souvenir from a guardsman in Spain. Well, it's what you got when you traded that thing in so you can't complain. After a few casual sweeps through the system you're pretty sure that you don't have any flash games or anything. There is an AR app sitting on the bottom toolbar for some reason and a diary app just above it. Do you

[] Use the AR application.
[] Use the diary application.
[] Connect to the internet.

 

[x] Connect to the internets


You know what to do.

 

[] Use the AR application.

 

This got me thinking. You should probably know what our character looks like more or less. Feel free to drawfag up your own if that's your thing that you do, but he's my take.
http://i.minus.com/iQ1LAZEdUORU3.png

 

You really don't spend a lot of time online so you actually have no idea what to do once you've logged on. In fact you should probably just ditch the data plan soon for all the good it's usually doing you. It's not too important now, you guess. Regardless, you decide to take the opportunity to check your e-mail. Nothing much, more news from back home. Like they actually expect you to come back. You left that dumpy little town for a reason. Well, for a lot of reasons. Not the east of which being your strained relationship with your father and mother. Dad wants you to stay at the Wild West show, Mom wants you to learn how to bake pies and vacuum the rug all day. No use thinking about things that happened ten years ago. You still send unmarked gifts occasionally. It's not like you actually hate them or anything, you just can't for the life of you live with them. None of them really. Everyone there was a little bit off in some way. Must be what comes of living in 1950's America when everyone else has grown the fuck up. That's it for the internet. To distract yourself from thinking about annoying things you decide to test out the AR application.

At first, you're clueless. No idea what to do. At. All. So you end up just waving it around looking at stuff, expecting to see some change. Well, that's not how it works. After about a minute, you manage to get it working. Well, you think it's working. There's a suitcase on the ground in your phone that wasn't there a minute ago and isn't actually there. You

[] Open it.
[] Leave it.

 

[] Open it .

 

Why not? It's not real, right? You click on it and select the open option. A happy cat charm starts dancing around the text box indicating something is loading and then the screen goes blank. You blink in disbelief. Did that thing just kill your phone? Your confusion is laid to rest a moment later when a video fades in from the black. It seems to be an advertisement of some sort. There's a cityscape and some music playing in the background. It's smooth jazz. Ugh. You keep watching anyway. That's when you see her. Her current name is Charlotte Brink. She's the only person in the world that you think is a better sniper than you are and now you recognize this place. It's New York and this was her last job that you remember reading about in the news. How did someone get footage of this. It looks really steady too, it's-- the screen flickers and footage of some other assassins you recognize show up, including Sour Kraut. All people at the top of the industry. Then you see two things that really surprise you. First is yourself in Spain lining up a shot. Second is Remiel Wesson. The video ends. Then a message starts unfurling in front of you, superimposed over the empty rooftop.

"I told you so."

Sour. He left this for you somehow. You don't know why or how he got his hands on this video or why it was even made. This whole thing is suddenly a lot more problematic than you thought it'd be. Two years, huh? You

[] don't worry about it.
[] go find Sour Kraut.
[] arrange to have your equipment sent to Bristol.
[] share the video with everyone.

 

[] arrange to have your equipment sent to Bristol.

****'s going down.

 

Spoiler

You decide it's best to just focus on the task at hand and try to make sense of all this garbage later. It's bad enough having to worry about people constantly trying to kill you without people filming you on the job. No, you decided you'd stop thinking about those things and get your gear to Bristol. While you're able to get a flight on short notice with a little extra money to grease the gears your guns and explosives are another matter. Even the exoskeleton is gonna need to be sent separately. The easiest way that you've found is to just send it over with a private plane. Things don't get lost often and questions get asked even less frequently. It's ideal. So you make some calls to arrange the whole deal and then head off to the abandoned airfield to get everything shipped. Well, everything except your Double Eagle. That's coming with you on your person come hell or high water.

Half an hour later at the airfield you meet with Antonio and Sergio, the twins who run the facility. You tell them that you need the usual deal and they look at each other nervously. Not again. Apparently the plane that took Wesson out of town was the last one running for two weeks due to problems with Homeland Security and they can't just hold onto your gear, well, you're not going to let these two chucklefucks do it. If you break the law with someone, you know they're a criminal and criminals can't be trusted. Time for Plan B. You hate Plan B. Plan be involves blackmail or bribery. As a professional, you find the whole thing very silly. Services, like goods should have a standard market value and there should be nonnegotiable contracts that go along with them. But corrupt officials or blackmail victims could turn around and hand you over to whoever whenever. It's just plain silly. So you

[] Blackmail.
[] Bribe.
[] Plan C.