>ATTEMPT TO PICK THE LOCK… SUCCESShttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3uVBmVXaEQ&list=PL4053A106FBB9E6FD&index=7You reach into your coat and after a moment of fondling old receipts and cigarette butts, you find it: a small black case holding the various tools that allow you to get into almost anywhere. That is, if you have the skill. You suppose you’re about to find out if you still got it, and as inconspicuously as you can you stand close to the door and slip the pick into the keyhole, trying to look as casual as possible while you do it. Surprisingly, the art of lockpicking comes back to you rather quickly, and fortunately nobody comes into the hallway while you’re doing your thing.
After a minute or two, you feel the slight <span class="mu-i">give</span> of the tumblers sliding into place, and all it takes is a flick of the wrist for the door to unlock. Taking one final glance at the hall for any rubberneckers, you turn the knob and open the door. What you see is both disappointing and relieving: Disappointing because while the apartment is very messy, you can see no real signs of a struggle taking place which means there probably won't be many leads here, and relieving because you could have really done without seeing a young woman's corpse today. You enter the apartment and shut the door behind you, when you hear a banging noise coming from the door to your right.
Before you can even put your hand on your gun, the door opens slowly, revealing a large bald white man dressed in what could only be described as mobster-chic. He’s looking down intently at his phone as he walks into the room, and you hear the <span class="mu-i">tap tap tap</span> as his gnarled fingers type something out to someone, and you can see the bulge of a gun hidden under his leather jacket. You think you got about a second or two before he looks up and sees you, and as you make your decision time seems to slow down to a crawl.
>Slip on your knuckle dusters and rush the fucker down. He’s big, sure, but you’re no slouch neither, and you’ll have the element of surprise on your side. And aside from the fact that you’re not sure how you’d handle having a murder on your hands, this guy could probably answer a lot of questions about Candy for you.>Whip out your .38 and shoot the bastard. If you don’t do it first he’ll certainly do it to you, if you want to live you gotta put him down and figure the rest out later.>Try and talk to him. (write in what to say)>Write in 