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"What in the EVER-LOVING SHIT ARE YOU DOING!? Get your ass in gear and take us to the two survivors! Last thing we FUCKING NEED IS FOR THEM TO SKIP TO CANADA!"
You arrive at the apartments while the other goons waffle on about the gang. It's one of them ones like in an anime, where any shithead can walk up some shitty galvanized steel stairs
Gang's name was The Ghosts. Like most gangs, did petty crimes and dealt shitty drugs. Apparently had a REALLY shit rep despite being rather small. Might have had to do with the fact that their survival rates were fucked. Recruits tended to either die quick or become long-lasting members with no in-between. Again, not sure, small as shit gang not working for you that probably would have bitten it soon enough if you waited or easy enough if you needed to COLLECT THEIR SKULLS.
Anyways, the apartment is one of them deals where it's wider than it's long and you've got shitty see-through stairs and metal flooring so you're able to just walk up to the apartment while your goons scrabble around like IDIOTS, where you hear scrabbling and muffled shouting coming from inside. As you're about to decide whether to bust down the door (cool and based) or... politely announce who you are to prevent misunderstandings (boring and cringe) the door flies open and two young pieces of shit bowl into you and bounce off.
"Oh shit! They're here!" One of em is a shithead boy that can't be older than what, 19? You're fucking shit at ages, and the fucker's wearing a mask. The other is a frankly COMICAL example of a wannabe gangster girl, complete with a tacky golden chain. She's fuckin short too, but she's clearly older than the boy by a bit. The boy readies his bat, but the girl kicks him in the back of the knee. "C-calm down, bitchboi! Yo! These shitheads ain't flashing the colors or n-nuttin' and gramps here is rockin the bags da flamer told uz a-about!" The shitty gangster bravado is ruined by the stuttering and the fact that she can't help but flinch every time she sneaks a peak at your guns. ...Dear god, she talks like she's out of a 90's movie about gangsters. No, a PSA about gangsters, goodness. Both are clearly injured with minor burns.
She rummages in her pockets and trembles as she tries to hand you a envelope.
"I-I g-gots the goods y-your crazy god-suckin homie was sendin' ya, s-so it's all fly, right? W-we're leavin, like- forever, straight up, no more of this city, ya dig?"
Wat Do
>"Calm the fuck down you shitty brats, I'm not with your shitty dead gang. I'm with someone much worse; Tony, and you're going to fuckin' answer my questions." (write in questions)
>Snatch the envolope out of their hands and read it and shoo the clearly USELESS brats away.
>"...Are you talking about the SHITSTAIN that randomly decided to step onto TONY'S turf and burn shit to the ground? You can tell me everything you know or I can drag it out of you."
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