It's night

[x] Blackmail............

 

[] Blackmail

That money could be spent on better things like more guns.

 

No sense in getting worked up over it. You know a guy who will probably get this done for you. Probably. He's not exactly a contact and you don't really have friends so when describing him to people you just say that he's a guy you know. He likes you, probably not Platonic-like, because you ended up saving his life during one job. It was a less than stellar moment in your career, getting a civilian involved, but your perfect kill record remains unchallenged as a result. You take your victories where and how you can. After that incident, he followed you around for a while, impressive information gathering skills and a bit of dumb luck will do that. But he came to settle here in this town after a year or so. All that aside, he's a couple albums short of a discography and works at customs. If he wanted to, he could send your gear to Bristol without much trouble, falsify a few documents, change a few scan results. Easy. Problem is, he fancies himself an upstanding citizen. You aren't the kind of person that gets along terribly well with upstanding folk. But that's not really the issue here. The issue here is that blackmailing him is just gonna be awkward. The only thing you really have on him is his awkweird devotion to his savior and you have his... you don't wanna think about it. Either way, you call him. He answers as you breathe slowly into the receiver. Before you get a chance to start the conversation, he asks if it's you. You acknowledge that he's right and then get straight to business. He seems nervous. You ask him what the problem is. He says, predictably, that what you wish to do is wrong. It's not wrong, it's illegal. Two different things. You tell him that much and remind him that you have that. He knows without being told what you mean. He moans and groans and protests and bugs the living **** outta you, but you hold firm. He'll crack. He tells you that he has a girlfriend now and his life was just starting to look up finally. You roll your eyes and tell him all the more reason not to **** it up. Either he does what you say or you'll end it all. He does more of his unwilling act and then finally accedes. You wonder for a moment if it's all men or only men that you know that are such wild cocksucking nuisances. Whatever, he's cracked and you won't have to talk to him again. Ever. Hopefully. You ask if he's still at work. He acknowledges that he's working the night shift at the moment. You tell him to wait for your call.

After a cab ride and a few minutes of walking you find yourself at the customs office. He's waiting out front. He's fidgeting nervously. You

[] Scout the area. See what's up.
[] Walk up to him.
[] Make your call.

 

Make your call lol



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[x] Scout the area. See what's up.

 

Make the call .

 

You're going to keep up your end of the agreement even if he doesn't keep his. You call him while remaining out of his line of sight. He answers with the same nerves he displayed earlier. You ask him if he's planning something. He swears up and down that he's not and that he isn't as ungrateful as all that. Then you ask what he's doing outside. He's supposed to be waiting for your call. He said that it was too stressful being inside with other people. You ask him why he's so stressed out. He says that he's about to break the law. You tell him that it's not that bad. Laws aren't worth following most of the time. He goes on about how laws protect people and you zone out until he's done. You tell him to go back inside and open a more discreet entrance for you. He slowly accedes.

Once you've entered the building you notice two things. It's ****** and he's the only one there other than you. When pressed for why the mousy haired thirty something says that everyone's busy with some affair going on at the abandoned runway. You punch him in the arm and let that be the end of it. When you finally get to the processing room you drop the Anzio case and all the guns you want him to send and tell him to do it. He starts going on about how he can't right now or there's a process. You start to tune him out again when you notice something. You ask him if that's an engagement ring and he nods. You smirk at him and then tell him that you're glad you didn't save his worthless ass for nothing. He flushes slightly. You get up real close to him and ask if she's prettier than you. He flushes more and finally gets to doing his damn job hustling your stuff around, scribbling out approvals and whatever else it is he does. During all this you remember the exoskeleton. You have to unequip that. Since it's under your clothes it'll be easier to take it off if you aren't wearing your shirt or pants. You

[] Drop your pants.
[] Ask where the restroom is, there's one more thing for him to send off.
[] Tell him to turn around.

 

[] Drop your pants .

 

Spoiler

Without really thinking about it you strip, starting with your pants. You're about halfway out of your shirt by the time he notices and drops the stack of papers he was quite recently futzing with. He starts blushing and stammering and the whole stupid works. You tell him that you need to get your exoskeleton off and that if he gets this flustered by you he must be a wreck around his fiance. When you hand it off to him he grumbles something about senses of shame and gets back to work. You smirk slightly. This guy you know is easily manipulated at least. Not like a certain other person. The video of Wesson was particularly disturbing because he seemed to be doing nothing. His job was something that looked like nothing and if it looks like nothing, how are you going to know when he's doing it? He's the kind of person you usually avoid when possible. But now you'll be working with him and a bunch of other people you don't particularly like for two years. You're finished dressing yourself again and it feels weird not having the feel of the polymer skeleton on your skin. You glance over at your victim, because that's what he is right now, a victim of blackmail. He's nearly done being a victim at least. All your stuff seems in order and he's walking over with some papers. According to him, somebody looking at these is going to think that they're replacement parts for a factory in France. They'll stop off in Bristol a few days after you and that's when you'll be able to get them under the pretense of being the next shipper as long as you show them the documents he hands you. You thank him for his cooperation and then congratulate him on his engagement. You're not mean, just not in the mood for bullshit. So you turn on your heel and walk out. He mumbles something you don't catch but don't really care about.

Once you're outside you realize how late it is. Around 3am. You

[] find a place to nap until your flight.
[] bum around the city.
[] Look back through your phone again.

 

you are my hero.

[x]bum around the city without any pants

 

[] find a place to nap until your flight.

 

Spoiler

You are tired. You have been awake since this morning doing nothing but things that make your tired. You feel like collapsing and passing out right here. As much as you'd like to mill around this ****** little city like a vagrant you manage to contain yourself. You can't go back to the apartment, the sniping location or your workshop. This town is so terrible. There is nothing to do here at all. Might as well head over to the internet cafe thing they built when they thought all the kids were into that animu stuff and wearing dumbshit clothes. Looks like the Asian sensation never quite made it to middle of ****ing nowhere. Big surprise. Either way, it's a place to sleep where people won't ask you to check your gun. You also hope they have locks on those rooms. The creepiest folk seem to hole up in places like that. At least when the Convention is in town. You shudder. Maybe the airport lobby isn't such a bad idea...

[] Man up. You can handle a few creepy kids.
[] Pussy out. Those lobby chairs aren't that uncomfortable.
[] Plan C.

 

[] Man up. You can handle a few creepy kids.

 

Spoiler

You've killed people. You've been in warzones. You're not gonna let some pubescent creeps tell you where you're allowed to sleep. That's right. No fear.

The cafe, probably aptly named Cyberia, is a bit empty. Not that it's ever bustling but at this time of night most people go home. But you prefer the echo to their usual clientèle. You go up to the front and ask how the place works. The girl, yes, that's a girl at the counter, gives you a quick rundown of how charges work and how long you're allowed to rent out one of the tiny rooms with little but a couch and a computer. You accept the terms and drop enough cash to cover the few hours you plan on staying. When you're in your own private room you lock the door and sit down. It's a comfy couch at least. You're tired as all hell, but still a bit restless. You

[] Shut your eyes, you'll be asleep in no time.
[] Browse the internet.
[] Phone.

 

[] Shut your eyes, you'll be asleep in no time.

Need some sleep so i don't die on the job.

 

[ x ] Shut your eyes, you'll be asleep in no time.

 

You are roused, somewhat gently, by a rather confused looking boy. The first thing you feel as you gain consciousness is the the rough grip of your gun. You're quick enough to realize that it's unnecessary and stop yourself from drawing it. You do, however, blink at the ginger kid incredulously. He explains that your time is up and that you've gotta clear out. Oh, right. You went to sleep at that nerd place. You feel marginally more rested and a good deal more irritated because it's morning again and you have a flight to catch.

At the airport you have considerably less trouble than usual. It's probably because this is the least busy airport you've ever seen. It only just barely needs to exist. It's the only one in this city and only just gets used enough to cut a profit. It's almost sad that it exists. You've got maybe an hour to kill before your flight is up and you've conveniently already gone through the tedium of acquiring your boarding pass. There's a bunch of shops and a food court just off of the lines and 'security.' With how easy it is to sneak a gun by those guys it's a wonder you don't try to carry more when you fly. You'll burn that bridge when you come to it though. For now it's time to do some more quality milling around awkwardly. You've been doing way too much of that lately. By lately you mean yesterday. You

[] get breakfast.
[] check out the quirky book store.
[] check out the souvenir shop.
[] wait for your flight patiently.

Spoiler

 

[] get breakfast.

Airline food is expensive.

 

Your stomach makes the decision for you with a rather unladylike rumble. You haven't eaten since sometime yesterday afternoon so it makes sense. There's a Chinese food place, a WacDonalds, a Tex-Mex place, a pretzel place and a pizzeria. You hate food court food. In fact, you hate eating. If you could avoid eating somehow, you'd do so. So you calculate out which one seems cheapest per unit volume. Chinese food wins. It's gross. Maybe you should have just not ate anything. Whatever. It's about time to go.

At the security gates you make it through without much trouble. The gate keep is a little be handsy though. You frown at her and make your way to the plane. All these people. So many people... Why do planes have to be full of so many people? You're relapsing a bit. You used to have a thing about crowds as a kid but you're mostly over it. It's just sometimes you feel really annoyed by it all, really overwhelmed. You quicken your pace to get on the plane before the bulk of the crowd. The sweating disgusting masses of greasy travelers. Okay, you're about to puke just thinking about all those people so you start thinking about how many you could splatter on the walls before they could stop you. The fact that you derive comfort from this is almost disturbing, but you gotta go with what you know.

Once you've boarded you go to your seat. First class involves fewer people so you're willing to cough up the extra cash every time. It's not like you're in short supply at the moment. The seat next to you is nicely empty. You smile slightly. You might regret it but you're feeling kind of relieved now. Things are finally starting to just work correctly. Things are finally going more your speed. You're still dead tired. You're going to

[] Sleep.
[] Awaken in a strange land.
[] Be the other girl.

Spoiler

 

[] Be the other girl.