Rolled 23 (1d100)
>>5243029>>5243038>>5243050>>5243052You lean closer to the criminal and whipser. "Shhh... it'll all be over soon." He starts to sob, "w-wai-" CRACK. You drop his body. His neck's bent sideways. He was dead before he hit the ground. You sling the informant over your shoulder and sprint in the opposite direction of the gas station. Shortly after, you hear a handful of police sirens blaring off in the distance. EEE-OOO-EEE-OOO.
Ohhh, thank FUCK you ran when you did. Between your headstart, endurance, and the panicking cashier's confusion about where you went after the ambush, you're able to escape without any major risk of being caught. A couple of pedestrians glance at the body over your shoulder but that it isn't a very uncommon sight in the gutter. Shit, you're still wearing the balaclava. Alright. "Uh..." Fuck. You've got gym in two and a half hours.
>What are doing with your captive?>Blindfold him, gag his mouth, then wrap his hands and feet in duct tape. Once you've taken precautions you'll drop him in your dumpster.>You'll take him back to your pad and tell your roommates you found him on a hook-up app, or passed out on the side of the road, or something.>Forget Marcelo's for the night. You're going to try and find a decent place to hold him prisoner. You think that's what this is, he definitely isn't a hostage.>This guy isn't worth the trouble. You'll crush his windpipe and drop the body in an alleyway. Maybe they'll think he overdosed if they don't check out the corpse.>Nevermind that. You have another idea. 