Twine Interactive Essay Final

In a pitch-black sky, stars bleed from the ground up with skyscraper daggers reaching the clouds. Cars are commonplace as ants, making their way through a city maze designed to daze and confuse individuals trying to go to a job that takes up too much of their time and pays too little. The only truly reliable way to get any form of credit in this city is to live, work, and die for yourself. This philosophy has gotten me far and has amassed a respectable reputation amongst this city's great underworld, which is vast and strange. [[Continue|Step1]] (set:$gender to 0) (set:$Job to 0)

The name my clients have for me is of no concern to my overall decisions on the jobs i take. Though i don’t mind John Doe. [[Continue|Continue1]] (set:$gender to 1)

The name my clients have for me is of no concern to my overall decisions on the jobs i take. Though i don’t mind Jane Doe. [[Continue|Continue1]] (set:$gender to 2)

The name my clients have for me is of no concern to my overall decisions on the jobs i take. Though i don’t mind Baby Doe [[Continue|Continue1]] (set:$gender to 3)

It is with this reputation that many know that I am someone who is known for never failing a job and completing said job with precision and accuracy, sentiments that I often take pride in. Though many don’t know my real name, due to my using several aliases, some of their favorite names for me would be. [[Jane Doe.|ContinueShe]] [[John Doe.|ContinueHe]] [[Baby Doe.|ContinueThey]]

though with the rise of cybernetic enhancements and digital self-expression, overall gender, race, and even species ultimately don’t matter in the grand scheme of things, at least, not in this city. [[Continue|Step 2]]

While in this city there are a great number of places where mercenaries like myself can meet with clients, course these places are as different as my clientele, if they are a part of the private elite, then I go to some VIP private club Filled to the brim with 2nd generation, trust funded nepo babies that have never worked a day in their lives yet also complain that everyone else doesn’t work hard enough to discuss being paid to do help some job that involves some kid running away from mom and dad’s wallet. Getting away with some young love, Romeo and Juliet style, or having to deal with helping them steal back daddy's prized sports car they lost in an underground poker game. These are the people I go to, these are also the types of people I Hate. [[Continue|Step 3]]

If I need to help some street Rat, Ganged up and Violent, Tattooed OG Gangsta that will die in a blaze of glory never seeing their 30s but living every day of their 20s with alcohol in one hand and a spouse in the other. Doing some job that involves shooting some buildings and/or people full of holes and having my paycheck given in a combination of blood money and Drugs. I hit up a local bar that is swimming with assholes that want some street cred they can lord over. These are the types of jobs I like. [[Continue|Step 4]]

Then there are the types of jobs and people that come to you, often these are high-ranking government or corporate employees willing to hand in their mother for a bigger piece of some imaginary pie that a CEO or Head Operating Manager or some other gentrified safe space non-triggering word that promotes equal rights and inclusion when in reality just means, they are better than you says to keep you interested in coming back to surrender your time and sanity for what you consider a good deal while person providing the deal calls it peanuts. These are the type of people I Loathe but the type of jobs I love. One would wonder which job one should take. [[Go to the VIP Lounge|Job 1]] [[Hit up a local Bar|Job 2]] [[Check Phone For Messages|Job 3]]

One Enters a VIP club known as “The Crown” " a cesspool of lights that hide shady deals and watered-down drinks that are being sold at a premium to support the owner's greed. The only people who notice are veterans of the intimate art of alcoholism and sommeliers. I get recognized by a few partygoers from previous jobs and gigs that I have done for them but today, I'm looking for a bigger fish. What some would call a whale. A whale that can pay well for a job that can set me up for after the job and I'm all done with the dust of this mercenary life. Upon going to the bar for a drink, I ordered my usual from the bartender, Gustav. Gustav is an old friend who used to hand my number out to potential clients. About a tenth of them called me for my services. “Shot of Liquid Tree Sap on the rocks.”, My Favourite Drink. “Comin' up Hustler”, A playful nickname Gustav has for me.” “How’re the other places you work at, heard you were able to save up for the split conciseness package” “Yeah, but I could only afford 2 more bodies, one’s working at some Dive Bar while the other is taking care of some family” “How noble, make sure to not overdo it, Gustav.” “I got 2 bodies just so I could work 3 jobs better than with the one, besides, shouldn’t you be taking your advice, Hustler.” [[Accept Job]] (set:$Job to 1)

One checks their Phone to ensure that any messages they get have been received and have filtered out any scam, unnecessary, and underpaid gigs that one could take. In the comfort of your car, a Megatronus 2, Nicknamed “the Tyrant” for its ability to both take hits and dish them out, this vehicle is Associated with the last war between The New French Union and The Aquatic Atlantic Alliance, though it rarely saw use due to the short period of the war. Upon having glanced at some of the job offers you have received, it is not long until you receive a call from a Man Named Gustav, an old friend who used to hand my number out to potential clients, about a 10th of them called me for my services. “So, are you working hard or hardly working old friend” “Right now, hardly working, how about you Hustler”, A playful nickname Gustav has for me. “Working hard trying to get a new gig. How are the other places you work at, heard you were able to save up for the split conciseness package” “Yeah, but I could only afford 2 more bodies, one’s working at some fancy club while the other is Slinging Drinks at some dive Bar, This version of me is looking after some family” “How noble, make sure to not overdo it, Gustav.” “I got 2 bodies just so I could work 3 jobs better than with the one, besides, shouldn’t you be taking your advice, Hustler.” [[Accept Job]] (set:$Job to 3)

"Very Funny Gustav, While I got your Ear, Mind telling me whether or not there is a job worthy of my high Price Tag? I'm looking to make some extra Credits before trying to retire." "Damn, You're Thinking about retiring, I guess I get that. Not everyone wants to be working till they're 30 now, do they? The closest thing I got for you is a small data chip from an anonymous source, I can send it to you via brain link, don't worry about Malware, Scan it myself, and there's nothing that will Brain Burn your ass." Gustav Weber moonlights as a type of hacker that keeps me posted about certain malware and online gigs, we have worked together many times in the past but Gustav decided that the merc life wasn't for him and slowed down considerably to a quiet life, serving drinks and looking after family. "If you have looked over it Gustav, I trust you. Send it over. The earliest chance I can get to do the job is right now." [[upon Job]]

Illegal Gig Document: Thievery. Main Objective: Infiltrate and Steal Information from Target. Source: Anonymous Before we Begin I would thank you (if:$gender is 1)[John Doe](else-if:$gender is 2)[Jane Doe](else-if:$gender is 3)[Baby Doe] For accepting this Job, I Have heard of your exploits from friends and rumors and feel honored that you have chosen this as a Gig worthy of your time. You will receive the Payment after I have received viable proof that you have completed Said Job and understand that even though you have received this Information From (if:$Job is 1)[a Party House](else-if:$Job is 2)[a less than clean location](else-if:$Job is 3)[a friend], we Expect nothing less than your best for a Job such as this. Please find additional information Found Below. [[Research the Job]]

To make sure that the Job is completed efficiently, I need to research as much about the Map, Target, and Item as possible. This way I can find the best path, pick up on what habits I can take advantage of, and know what and where the valued item is. [[Map Research]] [[Target Research]] [[Item Research]] (Set:$Research to 0) (Set:$Bad to 0)

Grand Skyscraper Mansion and Entertainment Centre. Location: Middle of the City, literally Can't miss it, even with a plane. Entry points: Nearly 200 Number of guards: Over 5000 (if:$Research is 2 or 3 or 4)[[The Job]] [[Item Research]] [[Target Research]] (Set:$Research to it +1)

The Target is a Man Named: Sabowski Chekov Age: 52 Height: 7 foot 5 Sexual Orientation: Gay Note: Some Cybernetic Augments to make himself look younger but still looks like a rotting Fruit, almost like an expired avocado A Charitable Philanthropist and Art collector to the general public, but to the underworld, a known black market arms dealer and warmonger who has had a hand in selling to both sides regardless of personal vendetta or political alignment, the only thing this guy truly cares about is money, and young men. (if:$Research is 2 or 3 or 4)[[The Job]] [[Map Research]] [[Item Research]] (Set:$Research to it +1)

Item: Digital File, Titled Blackmail Whereabouts: The file is argued to be either on a computer or on a hard drive within his devices. Notes: Grab the Files and hand them to the client. These files are blackmailing several world leaders that incriminate The Council of Asian Emperors to the American Continent Militia. These files alone can either start another world war or end global conflict, in the wrong hands, it means total control and submission of the world. (if:$Research is 2 or 3 or 4)[[The Job]] [[Target Research]] [[Map Research]] (Set:$Research to it +1)

For this Job, there are multiple ways for me to complete this job, though I feel like I should us the - [[Front Door Option]] - [[Stealth Option]] - [[Hacking Option]]

The front door option has me going through the front door to quote an overused phrase in the gaming community, Rip and Tear, everything with a pulse. This option has many merits as it lets me get rid of many security guards and lets me let off some steam. of course, you can't have any witnesses if there are no witnesses The only real problem with this option is that it causes too much noise, this would let the target know that I am coming for him and that a massive army will be fully armed with bullets and ammunition with my name on them. this isn't that much of a viable option, however, it is an option that I find interesting. [[The Job]] [[Massacre]]

The Stealth option is best for keeping a low profile and thievery, Stick to the shadows and take minimal damage, this allows me to take some time compared to that of the other 2 options This option has merits because it allows me to go undercover and find the target's item that I need to steal to complete the job. I get to avoid fighting and get to find what I need to steal without ruffling any feathers. The problem is if I get found out, I don't have any other option to try and kill whoever I find and make it end in a massacre. [[The Job]] [[Undetected]]

The Hacking option is best for Intelligence gathering and planning my next move, though that will be difficult since I don't have much experience hacking outside of getting some data from lazy security guards. This option has merits as it allows me to survey the premises and find all the little hidey holes I can go through to remain [[Undetected]] from security guards and the target. The problem with this situation is that the hacking in question has to be done on the premise of the Grand Skyscraper Mansion and Entertainment Centre, otherwise I can't obtain the best results. [[The Job]] [[Bad Software]]

Knowing that The Hacking will result in me stealthily obtaining the files needed to complete the job, I find some access points to obtain access to the Grand Skyscraper Mansion and Entertainment Centre's servers and be able to see through their security cameras I get the layout of the Map and a full list of the security guards rostered in for when I plan the heist. More than enough Information to fully secure than target files and get out, Though while I am here already, I should [[Sneak around]] to see if there are any other, more accessible ways to obtain these files. But the Computer Is so close to being hacked and within my grasp. One would argue that coming in person was better than staying at home. [[Hack Computer]]

Staying undetected for a stealth mission is a given, using air vents, disguises, and even advanced tech to help me sneak past these guards. For sneaking missions such as these, a Thermal Deceiver and Visual Augmentor are a must for hiding my body heat as well as hiding my presence by simply blending with the background. There are moments when I think that some of the guards can see me and my paranoia. A nagging voice in the back of my head says that I should [[Massacre]] All the Guards while I can. My mission requires me to be stealthy compared to that of seeking violence, I shouldn't try to jeopardize the mission. [[Sneak around]]

Being spotted isn't ideal for the job, but it is the most fun. A few guards try to stop me only for me to mow them down easily, carbon-strengthened skin makes bullets nearly bounce off my skin. perfect for looking like I'm immortal as well as adding to my confidence. "Try as you might, bullets won't kill me, none of you can kill me." Words that are shouted from my mouth as a way to terrify them and inspire me. Their guns and tactics nearly go unfazed against me and practically become nothing more than child's play. Armies come against me and only to be turned into mincemeat, though this particular way of doing things is what I'm known for, it is still a way that I have been trying to use since first starting. Nothing but mowing down enemies in a hail of gunfire, some would consider this to be Valhalla. [[Slaughter Security]]

Aside from a few creative, I'm going to say, quick deaths. I kept a low profile till I was drawing closer and closer still to my target. I thought this was supposed to be the most advanced security system on the planet. Can't even catch a single commando that picked this job up from an anonymous source. One would think that with all this security these security guards, as they are officially called, would be good at securing the Cargo that they were hired to protect. [[Steal Hard drive]]

Continuing from my path of slaughter and mayhem, the guards don't seem to be getting stronger or even wear better armor, they are all just coming at me like ants on a carcass. I personally am not sure if this is just the cybernetics making me feel stronger or if it is just me actually being better than these security guard goons. With the way that I have been demolishing these security wage slave goons, I'll be able to get the target in no time. [[Take Computer]]

Upon perfectly finding the files within the servers, the file that was once thought to be labeled "Blackmail" was instead labeled as "booger-aids-aids-booger". This Sabowski Character must be terrible at naming things. Transferring the files takes some time. I Had to get higher to receive better service till I was near the top of the tower. I had to hide and crouch near a giant door to get the most optimal loading speed. That is until one hears something faint, but the sound can still be heard even from a crouching position. "Click" [[Gone Bad]] (Set:$Bad to it +3) (Set:$item to 3)

Sneaking past all the guards and finding different access points lets me access the main room where the main files are. "What do you mean there are missing security guards?" A frustrated Sabowski yells at his phone before storming out of the room, opening the door just enough for me to swiftly enter, as well as keep the door open for escape. I see the Files saved on a hard drive ready for me to take and leave, Whilst taking said hard drive, however. One hears something faint, but the sound can still be heard in the silence of the singular room you are standing in. "Click" [[Gone Bad]] (Set:$Bad to it +2) (Set:$item to 2)

Upon Forcing myself through a literal mountain of blood-red bodies to get to the main Room, I Blow Up the only Door in my way now. a simple loud "Boom" Is heard that removes the only roadblock left in my way. "Stop Please, You can't", a frightened Sabowski attempts to plead for their life as well as the files, only for him to be met with a bullet to the skull. Upon taking the computer with all the files on it. one hears something faint, but the sound can still be heard, even with your ears ringing from the violence you have inflicted. "Click" [[Gone Bad]] (Set:$Bad to it +1) (Set:$item to 1)

Hacking this software is so easy, I had to sneak and hide a few times to get closer to the Main Servers but other than that, I have been able to find my way through this supposed fortress easily. "I thought this was supposed to be the most advanced security system on the planet" A thought I mutter under my breath to ensure that I am not found, though these security systems have minimal security compared to some back alley underground hideouts that me and Gustav have hacked before. [[Found Files]]

"Attention all Citizens in The Grand Skyscraper Mansion and Entertainment Centre. There has been a preach at the VIP Platinum class residential area and as such, we will initiate the self-destruct function that will destroy the entirety of the building. Please Evacuate in an orderly fashion" Upon hearing this announcement, You Panic. "Fuck" This was not in the map research and was certainly a surprise to the overall mission. I very clearly need to [[Get Out]].

My options for getting out are few and far between, but what they don't know is that from the very top of this building, I can jump. The VIP Platinum class residential area is at the very top of the skyscraper, to fall from this height would more than certainly kill someone, that being said, it would be one wild skydive down to the ground. With jumping being the only option that I possess due to the now ticking time bomb of a building, I'm gonna have to jump. the explosion behind my leap providing enough thrust to launch me off the very tip of this skyscraper. Within seconds I am flying from atop the building to nearly gliding down to a face full of concrete and trash at the very lowest of the lower levels of Grand Skyscraper Mansion and Entertainment Centre. That is if I didn't have a parachute on my person. never know when you are gonna drop from a million-mile building. It is only when I somewhat safely reach the ground that I have to either steal a [[Car]] or a [[Motorcycle]] to get away from whatever is left of the security teams.

Car: 21XX Model. Bower brand Thunder Charger, is often used by gun enthusiasts and former military vets. Lots of Truck space and room to breathe, with a shielded roof to ensure safety from enemy fire from above. [[Get Shot At]] (set:$vehicle to 1)

Motorcycle: 21XX Model. Kitsune brand Comet is often used by Yakuza and street Thugs to show wealth and power. Faster than some of the previous models but Comes with less room to defend myself. More of a getaway option. [[Get Shot At]] (set:$vehicle to 2)

With no time to lose, I use the (if:$vehicle is 1)[car](else-if:$vehicle is 2)[motorcycle] in no time flat, to get away from the crime scene and ensure that I am not a suspect of the robbery that has now cost if I am to give a rough estimate including damages and loss of life, a full multi-billion dollar tower and at least 500 good men in a blaze of glory. I'll have to make sure that this is reflected in my commission fee. "Hault Suspect, stay right there and don't move." A yell from a security officer who saw the blaze, probably saw me jump off the roof too. I press my foot on the ignition and attempt to run off to only get shot at by these thugs in blue, Some bullets scraping my flesh. One bullet hit my shoulder. To ensure that I have a better option, I need to [[Make a Call]].

Throughout my contacts which contain some of the most ruthless gang-affiliated figures in this city. The only individual I trust at the moment is either slinging drinks or looking after family, hopefully he can take a break and answer my urgent call for help in my (if:$vehicle is 1)[getaway car](else-if:$vehicle is 2)[getaway bike]. However, it seems that there is [[No Pick Up]] At this time.

I ring and I ring and I ring Gustav to see if I can signal for some help. Man has 3 bodies and can't get just one of them to show up. I even ring some other of my contacts but they just laugh or give me an elongated bit of silence, almost as if they were shocked that I would need a favor from them. With the job weighing heavy on my mind, I begin to recall a note that was a part of the link Gustav sent me about handing the item over to someone, Maybe some bag man. I need to [[Deliver the Item]] and get this heat off of me.

I delivered the (if:$item is 1)[computer](else-if:$item is 2)[hard drive](else-if:$item is 3)[Files on a USB] to an anonymous bagman that was agreed upon earlier. after the (if:$item is 1)[computer](else-if:$item is 2)[hard drive](else-if:$item is 3)[Files on a USB] have been delivered, I try to [[Ring Gustav]] to try and make sure he is alright. He's not the type to leave a message at the beep, like me, he has a reputation for constantly being able to answer his phone.

Ring, Ring, Ring. My Heartbeat lowers from frantic to calm trying to get my friend to pick up his phone. Ring, Ring, Ring. Click. The phone times out. Gustav never lets anyone go to voice messages, it's very much not like him. [[Not Picking Up]]

Gustav isn't picking up, I should (if:$Job is 1)[[Go to the VIP Lounge]](if:$Job is 2)[[Hit up a local Bar]](if:$Job is 3)[[Check Phone For Messages]] to make sure that Gustav is alright, god knows how many hackers have lost their Minds lost in the info Drift. Don't want another hacker's life in my hands when I could have helped them.

Went back to the Lounge where I got and received the job from Gustav. Blinding lights flare in my face and the noise from the DJs makes it difficult to hear anything at all. I'm able to signal to the sub bartender that I'm looking for Gustav. He shows me to the cold storage room, the body nearly untouched and left alone, local law enforcement on their way to find [[Gustav Dead]].

Going back to the Bar where I got and received the job from Gustav. The smell of alcoholics and Bad food stains the air. I try to get to the Bar to see if I can get any information out of her only to be shown that Gustav is behind the bar. A separate area but is still heavily used by staff She shows me to the cold storage room, the body nearly untouched and left alone, local law enforcement on their way to find [[Gustav Dead]].

I Went to Gustav's Parents' house where he said that he was looking after some family. I scramble around the place Looking for any sign of Gustav. His parents aren't here, a clear sign that something bad has happened. My mind races trying to find an answer to my predicament only to find him in a cold storage room, body nearly untouched and left alone, local law enforcement on their way to find a [[Gustav Dead]].

With the law on their way here, I try to search his body for any clues resulting in my friend's demise and discover nearly nothing at all, a few bruises here and there, but ultimately the only thing that I see that would be a problem would be a large black mark on his nape. [[Research The Body]]

A quick scan of one of my friend's corpses revealed that the doppelganger augments he had installed had also had a complication with the nerve system that separates the collective thoughts of the other doppels. The other Gustavs don't know about this one's death. Seeing this new factor, I tried to research what other digital abnormalities arose, but the search did not come up to be fruitful. [[Signal other Gustavs]]

Calling the other Gustavs became my main priority at this very moment and attempted to connect with them only to hear the same thing. "Ring, Ring, Ring, Click" No Answer at all and no signal back. It is only after I trace the law's radio that I hear the same truth of the matter. [[All Gustavs are dead]]

The law is about to burst in on my tail with my dead friend lying down on the floor, I panic and try to see if there is anything else That I can find before leaving. I need to take a quick scan of his body to get a deeper understanding of what has caused this dark fate. [[Scan Body]] [[Signal other Gustavs]]

My Friend is dead in all the places he was in, no doppelganger survived, and Gustav did not survive. Hearing the bad news after a completed job, I trail the law back to their precinct, using my fine-tuned skills and connections within the said precinct, along with a few bribes, I get a list of names that have wanted me dead, or better yet, wanted Gustav dead. Despite the numerous names on the list, only one has the motive, means, and opportunity to do so. [[Go Hunting]]

Name: Sato Raimaru Age: 69 Cybernetic enhancements: 75% Affiliation: None Notes: A fellow merc like myself, though he is well past his prime, he uses cybernetic enhancements to keep up with the younger mercs. His experience and ruthless nature allow him to stay a step ahead of us and get some more well-paid jobs, such as getting hired as a personal bodyguard to megacorporation CEOs. It is odd that he would target Gustav, a low-bearing fruit to someone like Him. [[enemy 1]]

Upon having sat down back in the comfort of your own home, Dim light and photos of past adventures lit on your walls, trophies from past victories and trinkets from days gone past. The only thing you require at this very moment is a simple drink from your fringe. [[Milk|Drink]] [[Beer|Drink]] [[Vodka|Drink]]

You Sip your drink of choice before deciding to take a seat, the room is poorly lit before you switch the lights on from a small table next to you. [[On|Lights On]]

When you turn the lights back on, you hear a simple greeting from across the room. “Hello Doe”, the metallic distorted echo frightens you in your chair, nearly dropping your drink. “Dafug”, you spout before pulling out a handgun and aiming at your trespasser. [[You.|Trespasser]] [[What are you Doing Here?|Trespasser]] [[How did you get in?|Trespasser]]

"Hello There (if:$gender is 1)[John Doe](else-if:$gender is 2)[Jane Doe](else-if:$gender is 3)[Baby Doe]], I see that you have come home safe and sound, even if you didn't, well, let us just say, I wouldn't be losing sleep over it." An air of mystique comes from the trespasser that puts me slightly off guard, but I quickly readjust. "What do you want? I'm going to assume you are some kind of Fixer who broke into my house trying to get me to agree to some job. I'll tell you right now, I'm not interested." My annoyance from the day being made clear to my trespasser, who has made himself at home in one of my better chairs. "I think you'll be interested in what I have to say, this Job Requires skills only you possess, despite your recent activity." [[Hear them out]] [[End the Conversation]]

Me and Raimaru had worked together once before, from memory he often frequents a small hole-in-the-wall bar that isn't too far from the Law precinct. Having him be there is nothing short of a miracle and an opportunity to be exploited. Utilizing this, it is only right that I make him a [[Dead Merc]] as soon as I can to avenge my friend.

In my rage I burst through the door, letting out every bullet in my arsenal until only Raimari and I were standing face to face. "Why did you kill him? why Gustav" "Ahh, The doppelganger, so that's what you're here for." Out of Raimaru's eyes, laser beams in my direction, turning the wooden wall behind me to cinders, a cut from that beam would rip my arm off. "It was easy, Just use a virus to simulate brain burn and then pow, dead psyche, and no more Target." The old son of a bitch had often gloated in fights and thought it didn't matter what anyone knew as long as they died afterward. "Some would use the excuse that they were paid for a hit, others would say it was an attack gone wrong, me. I just wanted to try out a new toy." With my rage at a new high, I launch a rocket from my arm and nearly explode Raimaru's chest, the resilient bastard still breathing. without hesitation, I fire bullets at him till he either drowns in his own blood or dies from the cyborg special use bullets. [[Dead Merc1]]

I wake in a room of eggshell white, staring at the ceiling. my doctor sits next to me flicking through my files, and most notably, my bill. It is only after I surprise him with a sentence spoken from my mouth that he looks up from his lap. "What's up doc?" He giggles having heard that before. "It's not good (if:$gender is 1)[John](else-if:$gender is 2)[Jane](else-if:$gender is 3)[Baby], You had a cracked Rib cage and several fractures. If it weren't for your armament augments, you would be a corpse." "Then let me be a corpse Doc" "What!?" My doctor looks at me puzzled. I had never shown any form of suicidal tendencies before. "[[Fake my Death]], Doc"

"Based on said recent activity, we have made this new gig very low profile, just for you." "How thoughtful" This stranger rambles on about the details of the new gig, They describe it as a long term employment opportunity that can provide amble pay and great benefits. In my personnal experience, that just means they plan on working me to the bone for less than good pay, doing work that will leave me too tired to complain about it. [[Consider Gig]] [[Tell them to back off]]

"I'm not listening to any more proposals from any more fixers, and after the day that I have had, You do not want to know what type of skills I truly possess. despite my recent activity, You'll find that my anger hasn't quelled" (if:$gender is 1)[John](else-if:$gender is 2)[Jane](else-if:$gender is 3)[Baby], I've seen your work today, Stealing a (if:$item is 1)[computer](else-if:$gender is 2)[Hard Drive](else-if:$gender is 3)[File] Containing information on some of the most ruthless People in the world, Stealing a (if:$vehilce is 1)[Car](else-if:$vehicle is 2)[Motorcycle] after blowing up an entire building, leaving scores of dead bodies in your wake and then proceeding to fake your own death, you think that you can just walk away. [[The End1]]

Without hesitation, I use my Fire forearm to blow this trespasser's head off and paint the wall with his brains. After all that I have lost, I don't need another pain in my ass from some third rate employer. on top of that. [[The End1]]

Though the ultimate loss of some of my freedom would mean that I get a better deal from my employer, having financial security does have its appeal to me. not having to deal with fixers that stiff on payment and other mercenaries stealing my jobs. not having to deal with this city's dirty and grimey streets. this all has appeal to me. However this stranger doesn't seem to understand who they are talking to. [[Shoot in the face]] [[Negotiate Price]]

"It's clear that you have researched me thoroughly but given my experience, my skills and the day that I have had. Don't you think you should up the pay for little old me. after all, not too long ago, I just killed the Sato Raimaru, Borg legend." "Your recent exploits have been taken into consideration with your yearly wage", they say already ready to retort and refuse my offer. They planned to give me a bad deal from the beginning. [[Kill Right There]] [[Take the Gig]]

Upon hearing about half of this strangers elevator pitch for why I should give up my free mercenary lifestyle, I interrupt them. "The thing about me is, I have never liked taking orders. From anyone. especially not from some stranger that barges into my apartment demanding to hear what they have to say." "Do you have any idea what trouble you are in. even if you get out of the city, you'll still be dead. another mercenary corpse to add the pile of carcus's" [[The End1]]

"Did you forget who you are talking to, I don't have time for fixer's that don't have any credits to spend on a qulity mercenary" "You think you have a choice, out of all the mercenaries in this city, you are by far the only one that can't complain, we have more information on you than anyone else. What makes you think you can back away" The gun hidden benath my chair was a pretty good answer to a stupid question such as that. [[The End1]]

"I can't run from the law forever. If I'm gonna do this, I need insurance sayiong that I won't be found out" "(if:$gender is 1)[John Doe](else-if:$gender is 2)[Jane Doe](else-if:$gender is 3)[Baby Doe] Please, you don't think your new emplyer though of that, We have everything you would ever need, as well as everything you could ever want. the only thing we ask in return, is that you follow our rules and do what we say." [[The End2]]

"I'm not staying a merc forever, I'm Not gonna stay in this city any longer and I am certainly not hearing about any more Jobs while I'm Alive. I'm Getting out of here and not wasting any more of my time, Credits, or life on this Fucking town." Upon ending the Conversation, (if:$gender is 1)[John Doe](else-if:$gender is 2)[Jane Doe](else-if:$gender is 3)[Baby Doe] Prepares a Bag Containing Clothing, some credits, Firearms, and a few Photos of old friends to more safely Escape The city. (if:$gender is 1)[He](else-if:$gender is 2)[She](else-if:$gender is 3)[They] (if:$gender is 1 or 2)[prepares](else-if:$gender is 3)[prepare] a Car to get out of the city with and drives onto the open road, getting away from the gang filled chaos and Corporate greed that has fostered within this city. You are Free. [[Thanks For reading This]]

Taking a rest before working for my new corporate overlords, having a full armoury is different than what I'm used to. having to take orders is different from what I'm used to. I'm having to watch my own back at every turn before having to make any move. Having this Job is better than having to scrape for every shard of credit out on the street, However there are times when I do miss the days before joining up in the corporate halls of this long term gig. You are Prosperous [[Thanks For reading This]]

Thanks for playing my Twine Story, I appreciate you taking the time to read through all my work in this game and am thankful that you have read it till the end. [[Credits]]

Writer: Aidan Dicker [[Back to the Start|Title Card]]

It is only after I fire every bullet at this bastard that I take a breather in the remnants of the bar and proceed to start walking out Before a sound peaks my interest. "Beep" "Beep" "Boom" Raimaru had set a bomb inside of him to get the last laugh out of anyone who even thought to go against him. I took some damage from the blast and called my private doctor. damn med costs me an arm and a leg sometimes, but it's worth it if I can save an arm and a leg. [[Go to Doctor]]

Registered name: (if:$gender is 1)[John Doe](else-if:$gender is 2)[Jane Doe](else-if:$gender is 3)[Baby Doe] Age: 25 Time of Death: 17/05/21XX 23:37:48 Notes: The patient Died from caving in the chest, by the time we were able to get to them, they had already perished in the fire. Nothing we could have done. [[Ending]]