Life for me is an endless turn of hectic activity and tech-free repose just lately. But I have found just enough time to pay a visit to sleepy old Liberty City. This is just a day-trip, so no time for a protracted hunt; fortunately I managed to snatch this simple contract off the wires that seemed to have been overlooked: possibly it was considered too simple to challenge the brethren, but I'm a man in a hurry.
|QUOTE (jackass2009 @ Aug 13 2009, 04:42)|
|This should be easy. There's a man we'll just call MW for now. He's a fat ****sucking piece of **** who needs to die. He's wronged the wrong people claiming he is a protector of the people. He is across an apartment block in Bohan. He changes his appearence a lot. All I can say for sure is he preaches by an ATM machine. He has shaved gray hair. By a man named Niko Bellic's safe house in Bohan. He is a white male.|
I came barreling all the way across town from Alderney in a gleaming black PMP, over the bridges and into Bohan. Rubber squealed on asphalt as I skidded hard into Joliette Street and saw the target spouting his nonsense about death and repentance. I didn't even bother to stop the car properly, just bailed out while it was still moving. Tucking and rolling and scrambling to my feet, I was already at a dead run as I heaved my baseball bat in a firm double-handed grip high over my shoulder and swung hard.
The force of the blow to his head was so great that it almost split the bat. He was claiming that death would not save anyone who did not follow his teachings as his face hit the back of his skull and his head snapped back with a crack and lolled on his neck as he dropped like an unloved rag doll.
I didn't even break my stride; I just kept on running, catching up with the PMP before it had even rolled to a complete stop, tossing the bloodied bat into the passenger-footwell and jumping into the driver's seat, and gunning the engine for my compound in the dessert.
I shall return, my brothers, this was just a quick "systems check" you might say. Life is a storm of chaos, but I shall find the eye of the hurricane once more...
Yours in blood; Brother Infinite.