After leaving the tavern, pissed off about the fact that I had just basically got robbed by a woman with big hooters, I explained my situation to Command. As I assumed, she wasn't happy to day the least.
Briggs: You gave that woman everything you had for sex?
Tone: YOU WHAT, PILOT...!?
Hudson: No. For information.
Briggs: Wellthat's even more sad.
The fu-!?
Hudson: You're not helping my situation, Sarah.
Briggs: You did that to yourself, Eli. Not me.
Hudson: Right.
???: Oh would you look at this?
Looking ahead instead of down at the sidewalk, I noticed two young men standing in front of me, trying their very best at intimidating me.
???: This foreigner's packing heat. You best be handing it over.
???: That's an order. Hehe.
Oh for fuck's sake.
Briggs: What's going on? What am I hearing?
Hudson: Annoyances.
???: Are you talking to yourself?
Hudson: Give me a second, I gotta-.
Briggs: Ifthey're not a threat, don't kill them.
???: These foreigners are getting-.
Hudson: Fine, Command.
???: Huh?
After two love tap punches, I wiped off the little bit of blood that was on my outfit. Walking again, I continued my conversation with command.
Tone: IT IS MUCH MORE LIKELY THAT HER ASSISTANCE IS REQUIRED ELSEWHERE...
Eh, true.
Walking down the dark streets, I headed towards Tone. In doing so, I came across a few wanted posters stapled on to a wooden wall by nails. Peaking my interest, I inspected them.
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