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"I'm a simple man. A man of principle. A man who knows his place in the world. A man who, when you piss off, he has a random girl with psychic powers-" Well, your powers are psychokinetic. Not really physic. "-who I know is a trustworthy asset. You are a trustworthy asset, right? You wouldn't fuck this up for me, would you?"
"just tell me the job." Your sleep exhausted voice forces itself out of your mouth
"Patience, patience! I'm glad to see we are on the same page! There's a nice little house down at District 8 I own, real nice one. Weather there is a LOT better. It actually gets higher than 40 degrees over there!"
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] From recent memory, you know that District 8 is the exact opposite of your district. A blazing hot maze of industrial machinery and factories filled to the brim with smog. You're not going to enjoy this at ALL.
"Nice weather my ass." You get out of bed and start heading over to the bathroom. Might as well take a quick shower once he's done talking.
He continues on as if he didn't hear you. "I have a nice little house over there. See all of the sights and sounds, enjoy the warm weather, you know how it is. It's not such a nice house when SOMEONE BROKE IN AND DESTROYED MOST OF THE STUFF IN THERE! NOT STEAL, DESTROY! <span class="mu-s">I HAD A HIGH SCHOOL TROPHY IN THAT PLACE! DO YOU KNOW HOW IRREPLACABLE THAT IS?!</span>"
"I mean, you can probably buy a similar one-" "NONSENSE. Regardless, my security cameras recorded the incident. It was a group of three women and seven men with checkered jackets on." Oh. That sounds familiar. "They kept blabbering about two of their friends in District 6 being taken out. They say they 'wanted to leave a message' to make sure people are scared of messing with them."
"They FUCKED UP, NICOLE. THEY WILL LEARN NOT TO MESS WITH ME!"
"...Do you have a name? Like a gang name or something?" You never really got one from when you were doing Benjamin's mission and it didn't cross your mind to ask him.
"Oh, right." All of the fervor and rage that was evident in his voice vanishes. "Sorry, sorry, personal matters. Bias. All of that nonsense. Apparently they call themselves the Ace Strikers. Sounds more like a baseball team name to me but bleh. Here's what I want you to do." You hear paper shuffling over the other line.
"Kill them." There's a solid ten to fifteen seconds of silence after he said that. After it's obvious he's done speaking, you speak up. "That's it? Nothing else?"
"Yeah. Kill them. I don't care how you do it as long as they're six feet under. Locate them and kill them. They have to be somewhere near my house so I'll send you that location." You pull out your map while he rambles out a string of street names and directions. You mark them down. "Alright. Good luck, don't lose your head." The phone hangs up.
Welp! It's a good thing your powers are useful for killing people! You hop into the shower. It doesn't take long before you're out of it and putting an outfit on.
