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Wait. Can't be.
You swear that building is moving ever-so-slightly. As if it's breathing.
"It should enter stasis by tomorrow. Should we really be putting one here? What if someone tries stealing its...?"
"Shut up. Who knows who could be listening?"
That's when the two of them snap their gazes over to you.
You promptly rush down the street before they get the wrong idea.
>CITY SECRET: LISTEN TO THE BUILDINGS (Seems like S-Corp's buildings are partially organic in nature. Perhaps you could use this to your advantage? You'll unlock special voting choices when exploring urban sprawl and you'll have an easier time losing people in chase.)
>Maybe you can even harvest materials from them if you find the right ones?
You try to find where your apartment is but you have to stop in your tracks as you find yourself at the edge of a massive barricade blocking your way forward. Luckily, there's no barbed wire or anything, basedou take a moment to climb over it to see...
Oh no.
Where there was once your apartment is a crater. There's not even any ruined buildings or damaged roads here. For as far as you can see, which you can only assume stretches through the whole City block your apartment building was at, there's only bare dirt and stone. There's no hint that there was ever anything constructed here at all.
A thick haze also hangs around Ground Zero; Which your detectors are more than happy to tell you is a mixture of something anomalous and MOONSTONE GAS. It seems to linger around the site like a bad smell, refusing to leave. Luckily it seems warded away by an array of of bright yellow fluorescent lamp bulbs attached to both sides of the barricade: Some sort of K-Corp tech?
What you know for certain is that the Spooks aren't fucking playing around anymore. If your detector is reading correctly, that gas could probably melt you even with the gas mask on.
You climb down the barricade and stumble away from the sight you just saw. You really, really need to get back at them for this; You doubt that it was just 80 dead and 500 injured anymore. The damage is too much for it to be that low anymore.
You bump right into an old looking man during your stumbling. Looking up, you see that it's Neal from that one shop you used to go to. The old man wraps an arm around your shoulder and you think he's smiling; Hard to tell with his gas mask.
"Hey! Glad you're alive. Y-yeah, you can probably tell our business is probably shutting down here. I knew you stopped visiting but uh...just in case you came here for me."
"..." You feel bad at the fact a lot of the old shops you used to come to are probably out of business now. You decide, if only to feel good, to scribble something down and hand it to him. "Call this number. It's from an associate of mine, Alexis Morozov."
"Send it to IPPO'S, CALORE NERO, and uh." You point in the rough direction of that one unmarked shop you saw. "Look for a man with some tattoos. She'll find you a place to set up shop at."
