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"What?!"
"You saw the disgusting creature, that decadent product of consumer capitalism treating the Revolution like any other consumer product. It's absolutely disgusting. Even our own people, often, don't understand the necessity of such actions and hesitate. It took decades for the Man of Steel to purge the Union of creatures like this, and even then it wasn't total. How many years did the Union have to suffer the presence of those such as Bronstein until the ice axes, or ice picks, found their proper places?" As he speaks, you can hear various screams coming from the mansion up ahead.
"You saw that, THAT, and decided to kill him for, what, not being Communist enough, you fucking lunatic?!"
"A crime against a man can be forgiven. But a crime against mankind, against the Revolution, requires—no—demands correction. If allowed to live, he could have just been a harmless idiot. But what if he, or one of his underlings, were to become the next great traitor?" You can still hear the panicked cries and lamentations continue. The Commissar takes a long drag of his cigarette. "Some disagree, but I know it's true that the ultimate threat is not the enemy without, but the enemy within. Subversive traitors-in-waiting like this are always the main problem. I'm just glad that they're so open about their repulsive behavior nowadays." He finishes the cigarette and snuffs it under his boot. "It makes it easy enough to justify summary liquidations, even to a cop."
"Well, I hope you're happy." She's obviously not.
"Heh, I am." He turns to you. "Hey, Porfiry, you've been awfully silent. Tell me-"
"Boss! Err, Comrade Boss!" Gomer's shouting gets clearer as he marches towards the group. His clothing is a dirty red as he's drenched in blood. "I did it, I liquidated them all, Boss!"
"Good work, Gomer. But tell me, what's that clinking noise?"
"Oh, Boss, I got some of these!" The enthusiastic oaf pulls a six-pack from his bag. "I also tried to find some cigars, but they all smelled kinda funny. I think they went rotten or something."
Those definitely weren't cigars, but what you see currently in front of you is definitely alcohol. You admit, you've never liked this particular kind of beer. They always have some strange flavor like pine needles, but you're not going to say no to free stuff.
LOOT OBTAINED:
>Pack of IPAs: This six-pack of high ABV pine-needle flavored beer is enough to unwind after a hectic day. [Malus to {DRIVE} rolls if imbibed]"Good thinking," you tell Gomer. "And sorry about what I said earlier. I let my emotions get the better of me."
"Doh, it's okay! People would call me all sorts of things like that back in Boot Camp before they kicked me out."
"Anyway, let's not waste time here. I've kept you two for longer than intended..."
