|QUOTE (Khal @ Nov 3 2008, 15:27)|
Brothers it has been some time since I've come to you with a contract and I regret to inform you that this will be no easy task
in leftwood there is a police station ( http://snapmap.wikig...le=&set=511,311 or there abouts)
the first target Richard can be found in the northern part of the lot wearing a blue police uniform and hat carrying a M4 and his believed to be part of the militia not a very high member but any blow to there force is a blow towards victory
The second target Johnson can be found near by to Richard he's a black man in a security guard outfit and is believed to be armed with a 9mm glock he is being initiated into the militia I am not aware of what one has to do to prove themselves to the militia to become a member and I would rather we kill him before he has a chance to
The price for killing Richard is $500 where Johnson is $350
Be careful brothers both of this men are ARMED with heavy weapon and will have the backup of the entire liberty city militia and police force upon you trying to hunt you down good luck
Ahh; no easy task? Serenity, serenity, serenity...
I chose the darkest hour, just before the dawn, and made my way over to Leftwood in an old rusty Saber. I have a soft spot for these old jalopies, and my instincts go towards the lower
profile when dealing with the Militia. And in any case, I wasn't expecting whichever vehicle I would use to survive the encounter.
The overnight drizzle was clearing as I approached the gates where the two men were on guard. They even raised the barrier for me.
Given the appearance of the rust-bucket I was driving, feigning engine trouble was not implausible. I contrived to let the old Saber stall right next to them. I smiled weakly, and muttered something about calling a breakdown service, and pulled out my phone. They just sneered at me as I walked a discreet distance away from them as I dialed.
You may guess what happened next; the car was packed
with explosives. Johnson, Richard and the old Saber all went up in a ball of flame and rusty metal.
There was nobody about at that hour; and if there were they could not guess I was anything but a concerned citizen rushing to see if I could help the two men; Richard almost hanging on the wire fence, and Johnson lying all the way out in the street. Both quite dead.
There was a surprising amount of money on the ground, several hundred dollars; I think from Jonson's
pockets, but it's hard to tell. Perhaps we might address the Militia's recruiting methods, and where they are getting their finance from...?
Now the rain had cleared, it was shaping up to be a nice morning for a stroll; I hummed quietly to myself as I walked off into the sunrise...
EDIT: So sorry, brother GT409, I didn't mean to deprive you. I was unaware of your interest when I took the case.