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You put the USB Stick back into Briefy the Case, you call an ambulance for Kosoto, you’re used to making these kinds of calls but it never stops being unnerving. You pray for your friend, Kosoto. The good vibes, the great vibes, the best vibes you sent him! But no vibe is better than the one coming from a competent doctor. They’re sending an ambulance from a private practice. You didn’t hear the name, but it felt like a good omen.
With help secured, you jump out of the store and leave to the bar ‘Red, Hot & Rio’ on the next street. You feel observed, it’s not like you’re a super spy or anything, you just *feel* observed; with the thought implanted by Kosoto, you can’t shake the feeling that someone is out there paying attention to your every move — and the worst part is that you really want to scratch your crotch. But you can’t. You’re a man on a mission. This is for Kosoto.
And you were lied to. This is no bar. Red, Hot & Rio is an open air restaurant! You *can’t* go in, that’s the kitchen! And the place is trash! Old plastic chairs, the tables are a pile of rectangular fruit baskets with a piece of cardboard on top, and the unhealthy food looks like an ironic homage to heart failure that would make ‘Fat Man’ Duncan Ewing blush — and the people look less friendly than Primavera before you talked to her.
When talking with the waiter, the question escaped you if this place is really a bar. To which he asked you to be patient, she’ll be here in a moment. Confused, you waited. A while later, a lanky woman with fancy glasses and casual clothes comes out of the building with a cigarette in hand. She stands before you, looking down contemptuously. You sink into your throne of plastic. She’s terrifying. You don’t know how this type of woman can be a kink to some men.
“State your name and purpose, and you may earn a free drink.” The woman says with little care for the answers. Her heart is clearly not into this, it’s all part of the job.
Yuppie! Free Drinks! Wait, don’t get distracted, you need to answer this correctly. This feels like a test.
>>What do you do?
>“I think this briefcase is for you.” Hand over Briefy to this woman. You don’t know what’s going on and you want to keep it that way.
>“I’m here to deliver this briefcase.” You feel like you’re going to be directed into what you need to do.
>“I’m Sigi the Brave, who left his friend to die in a cheap store, I’m here on a mission…” Act mysterious like Johnny Ando would. Or like you’ve been told like he would...
>“I’m an adult, and I would like something to drink.” You’re legally 18 now. You’re going to abuse your powers.
>“Is this some kind of test?” Ask out loud and like an idiot. You have to establish that your character is dumb as a brick.
>Write In.
