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- APRIL 8, 1989
- ...
- What the hell happened last night?
- I got up from my bed and walked to the kitchen.
- Hmm, some strange stains on my jacket.
- Is this... blood?
- My eyes wandered over to the table. A rooster mask...
- NOW I remember.
- That was one crazy as fuck night. I hadn't killed anyone since Hawaii, and that war was around 1985.
- Guess I gotta get used to icing Russians again, huh?
- Hmm, a phone call...
- "Hello, it's 'Linda'... I need a babysitter right away. Got a few kids that need to be disciplined here. I'm at East 7th street. Make sure you have a long talk with them, I really need someone to get through to these rascals. And like last time... please be discreet!"
- Click.
- I'm sensing a pattern here.
- Oh?
- Another package outside my door...
- Another mask.
- An owl, and judging by the note (in equally scrawly handwriting as last time), it's named "Rasmus".
- Hmm, I'll try this baby out on this little mission.
- I walk downstairs, step outside, and climb inside my trusty DeLorean.
- I'm here, East 7th Street.
- I decide to "be discreet" once more and put on the owl mask.
- WHOA.
- I feel... eagle-eyed.
- I get the strange feeling I missed something at the Brickell Station.
- Ah, well. I'll go back there later. Hopefully it's not closed off with crime scene tape because of my little... "escapade".
- I decide to go in guns blazing.
- Speaking of which, I should really get a gun for these ops. Maybe one of those new Mac-10s, painted neon...
- God, I hope no one's in here...
- shitshitshitpleaselettherebenooneinhere
- ...
- ...Empty?
- The whole floor's been vacated...
- I don't like it. Not one bit.
- I walk up to the second floor.
- Empty here too.
- I feel like there's someone coming.
- I wait around the corner...
- WHAM. Knocked down with a punch.
- His knife drops to the floor.
- I pick it up.
- Hmm, something on the floor...
- What appears to be... a Scrabble letter?
- Uh, I guess it's important?
- I shove it in my pocket and keep going.
- Seems to be someone in the room behind me.
- I run in.
- SHIT, A MOBSTER ON THE couch having a seat.
- He barely has time to react before I throw the knife at him and it's embedded in his skull. Ew.
- Another room. Some sort of bedroom, maybe? This DOES seem to be an apartment.
- I walk in and accidentally knock the mobster in there down with the door.
- No weapons to execute the poor bastard with. Guess I gotta go bare-knuckle for this.
- I grab his head and whack it against the floor until I hear a sickening SPLAT sound.
- Eurgh! Guhruhrgh! Hope I never have to take down another fallen Ruskie using my hands. God, that was nasty. I'll have to wipe off my hands later.
- I walk back into the kitchen area where I found the letter.
- Hmm, seems to be another room over there.
- God, I knocked over ANOTHER mobster by accident?
- He hits the wall and slumps over. At least I won't have to smash the fucker's head with my hands this time.
- I give him a quick but powerful kick to the head.
- CRUNCH! SPLATTER!
- Aw, man, now I gotta get my jeans cleaned.
- That was messier than the barehanded kill.
- He drops a double-barrel. I'm lucky that thing didn't go off in my face when he dropped it.
- I pick it up and walk into the next room.
- Shit, one standing right there-
- I instinctively pull the trigger. He goes flying backwards in a haze of blood, intestines, and torn pieces of blue cloth from his shirt.
- He hits the wall. His buddy seems to have noticed it, to say the least, because I hear rapidly approaching footsteps. Good thing I have the shotgun.
- Blam!
- His head is blown into pieces by the buckshot and he falls to the floor.
- Place seems to be clear now.
- I walk back down to the ground floor, step outside, breathe in the fresh night air as I contemplate the carnage I've just caused, and get in the DeLorean and drive off.
- While I go home, I decide to pay my buddy Niklas a visit at the pizza place he works at. Or was it the convenience store... or the bar?
- No, it was the pizza place.
- I'm pretty hungry anyway.
- I drive up to Generico's Pizza.
- "Hi there, welcome!"
- "Hey, Nicke! I'll have the usual."
- "Oh, you don't need to order, your pizza's already done! Had a feelin' you were on your way over here, heh. Well, let's just leave it at that for now, shall we? Don't worry about paying, it's on the house!"
- "Okay, thanks!"
- He's such a nice guy to me for some reason.
- I take my large plain pizza and walk to the car.
- While I'm at it, I'll check out that thing I seem to have missed the night before in the Metro.
- This strange gut feeling just won't stop. I KNOW I missed something.
- I arrive at the quiet metro station.
- I get the feeling I shouldn't be here for some reason...
- Just to be safe, I put on the owl mask.
- WHOA.
- Damn, I'm never gonna get used to that strange "vision enhanced" feeling. I wonder how this mask causes that, though...
- I walk into the main entrance and hook a left into the actual station.
- I see what I missed almost immediately. Another Scrabble letter. A T.
- So now I have a T and an A. Wonder what these spell out.
- I step outside, get in my car, and drive back home.
- ...
- What a night, huh?
- I feel a bit tuckered out from my little killing adventure.
- I walk into the apartment, enter my room, and sleep.
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