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The ground shook.
Bullets ricocheted off of metal beams.
Explosions ripped across the concrete floor.
Inside the abandoned warehouse, you hunker down behind stacked steel crates. Small rays of sun leaked through the holes of the roof. Some mercs engaged in melee combat, locking in blades and trading blows. You pop out, letting off some shots then quickly sink back into the cover.
This was your life.
And your life sucked.
A stray grenade landed on your lap. You take the risk of throwing it back, thankfully, the grenade landed on the second floor office through the window. The office lit in a flash of light as a bellowing explosion obliterated the office’s interior.
“Just hand over the goods and I won’t kill you!” Your client said.
“Like trag I will!”
In this miserable, violence-filled life, you are Fluellen Holliday: Wanderer, unlicensed bounty hunter, unregistered mercenary, and a damn good cook.
“What are you doing you lazy zuck? Shoot them!”
You blind fire without much of a thought. You were tired of risking your life just to make a living. You stare back with a blank expression.
“Why did I even bother hiring you!” Your client groaned.
Technically speaking, your contract was over. All you had to do was escort your client to the warehouse over the Unofficial Waters. Three of the five hired mercs were dead and the other one fled, you should have done that first. Better to live than getting paid you guessed. The bullets whizzed above the steel crates.
“Do something!”
You shrugged “Do what?”
“Anything!”
You sighed, as if this was a winning fight. He was acting like this wasn’t your fault. What did he think, threatening the gang lieutenant to hand over more than the agreed goods? Was he high or something? It didn’t matter now. You peek out from the corner of the steel crate. Fifteen enemies, armed with long arms. You were armed with a Blackwind’s Model-14, an old but effective semi-auto rifle, a smoke grenade, and an high explosive-incendiary grenade.
>Throw the smoke, grab your employer, and get the trag out.
>Throw an explosive grenade and make an offensive
>Just run for it, your job is done here
