This is fucking bullshit!
I don’t even know where to start!
Well, probably with all those drugs that led to me shadow runnin in the first place. Nah, that’s too far back… maybe with getting off the ferry? Nah, not enough.
I mean, this is ridiculous. I knew shadow running was a hard life, but I was expecting it to be hard jobs, not a complete takeover of my life! Even when I was hardcore selling to those club kids, I could always go home and have a little… “me time”, if you catch my drift. Now I can’t ride a ferry without watching people getting killed.
That’s where I’ll start! My death. I mean, it was my fault, but that shit changes you. Ya know? Like a philosophical epiphany. Or so i would think. Kinda like a really good high, but you’ve stitches in your abdomen…
Anyways, back to the point. I decided to take a trip by myself across the harbor. You know, like my good old days before being a runner! Get messed up beyond belief and stumble back home, care free and shit. It used to be so simple! Who cares when your wallet and com get picked, you’ve already blown your load, by which I mean snorted the lines right off of that call girl’s ass! Priceless memories!
But all good things must come to an end. Catch the ferry back home, grab a strong bloody to ease the pain… or just pregame for when I’m back at Antigo. I can always use more of Felipe’s money. I wasn’t the only one thinking about jobs though, as my current crew shows up out of nowhere on the damn ferry! Spouting some nonsense about finding some guy to take care of, a clean hit job! Fuck yeah, I’ve done some of my best smooth talkin under the influence of vodka and tomato juice, I’m all in!
Super simple: they pointed me to the target, found him in his room with his entourage or something? Must have been a somebody, but he was about to be no more. He was chatting up that cowboy Blazin, but he had some real plain jane looking gall following them, must have been keeping tabs on the sitch. The boys made it real clear to me that I should disable her professional services, but I don’t need them to tell me to shamelessly mack on a woman while inebriated. C’mon, what do you take me for?
I swear though, they jinxed me. The kept calling me “rice dick” or something equally lame and racist, I didn’t ask cause shit was stupid. BUT the minute I got that icy bitch into the closet, I was done. I swear, i have been that quick since i was 10. As much as i want to blame those fuckers for subconsciously screwing me over, maybe our luck had simply run out…
Turns out, she wasn’t just some ice queen, she was an adept bodyguard for this guy… this GUY… THAT THEY DIDN"T KILL?! I still don’t understand why the fuck he was just walking away from them! What, did they talk it out over tea or somethin??! What was the point of this job?!
Shit hit the fan hard. Redstar got clobbered. Blazin hesitated and payed the price. Johny might have gotten out, but by the time I picked my jaw off the floor and got moving, it was far too late. What was I going to do at this point, disappoint her to death?! I ran like a scarred sleazeball would.
I tried to circle back and do something for my guys, but by the time I got back everything was cleaned up. There must have been a bunch of guards, because I never saw my boys again! I don’t know if they got handed over to the Lonestar, or the corps took them, or anything! I disguised myself when leaving just to be sure I wasn’t taken too, but no sign of my crew was to be seen. The ice queen adept though… she was there, watching, looking for someone? But didn’t see me… I think.
Fuck, I don’t know what to do now. I need to go talk to whoever sent them on this death trap. I heard them talking about Antonio.. Or was it Felipe? Fuck I don’t know! This workin as a team and getting killed is such bullshit!
FUCK FUCK FUCK I gave them sooooo much Nuyen too!
FUCK I just need to…. uh….
…. Get my head straight here. And come up with a plan….