You leave the building and walked into the building where the sniper was.
Visual calculus: go to the fourth floor.
You walked up to the fourth floor.
You: where was this sniper?
Inland empire: go through that door.
You: why?
Inland empire: just trust me.
You open the door.
Perception: the room was empty and clean. The only sign of someone here was a single bullet hole in the window. Look on the floor, there's a bullet casing.
You walk to the bullet and pick it up.
You: what gun is this from? And what bullet is this?
Encyclopedia: it's a 7.62 X 54R. It's a bullet commonly used by a mosin nagant.
You: who are you?
Encyclopedia: I am encyclopedia, I will give you information on the world if you need it.
You: ok, what's a mosin nagant?
Encyclopedia: it's a rifle made in Russia. It was made in 1891 and is used by the Russian army to this very day because of how effective it is.
You: I didn't need that much info but thank you.
Volition: this guy has a habit of over sharing.
You: our sniper uses a mosin nagant. So he's probably Russian.
You walk over to a nearby table and you find a note.
You: what language is that written in?
Encyclopedia: it's Apache.
You: a Russian Apache?
Visual calculus: can you read Apache?
You: if I could it was lost in that apartment.
You put the note in your jacket pocket
Inland empire: take the bullet just to be safe.
You walk over to the bullet and pick it up. You walk out of the room and start heading down the stairs.
Man:"hey, you're looking for that guy right."
You:"what?"
Man:"don't play stupid. I saw you go in the room. You looked like you were looking for something."
You:"I was. Do you know who went in?"
Man:" he was dressed head to toe in combat armor."
You:"what did this armor look like?"
Man:" it was riot armor."
You:"did you see his face?"
Man:"he was wearing a mask so I couldn't see his face. One other thing I remember was the relic of a rifle he had."
Visual calculus: relic of a rifle huh? That must be the mosin that our sniper has.
You:"thank you sir."
Man:"too many people die in this city. If you can catch one that's one more live saved."
Rhetoric: he must be an idealist.
You: what's wrong with being an idealist?
Rhetoric: all being an idealist is making false hope.
You: isn't hope a good thing?
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Cyberpunk Elysium (male reader x cyberpunk edgerunners)
Fanfictionyou wake up bloody in an apartment with no memory of who you are or what happened to you. all you know is that you were a private detective working a case and was killed because of it. along with a group of mercenaries, you try to find your killer...