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The fancy electric car pulls up beside the sidewalk, as the man examines his red and pulled finger.
<span class="mu-b">"Hey, you're an associate of the Bianchi family, aren't you?"</span>
"Wh- What's it to YOU!?"
<span class="mu-b">"Mr.Pacelli sends his regards."</span>
You hear a scream of pain and duke behind the clothing racks, pulling the older tailor down with you as you spin to look out towards the front of the store. It was muffled through the glass, but the unmistakable sound of someone being killed. The flinging bolts hit the glass and side of the building with dull, quiet thumps. Repeating crossbows angle from the windows, menacing the storefront with a drive-by killing; before the windows roll up and the car drives away. You take a look at the corpse; blood oozing from the many bolts flung from the advanced weapons at point blank range. He didn't have a chance.
<span class="mu-g">"H-Holy shit!"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"Stay here, call the Peace Keepers. Don't worry, I don't think you or your store are the intended targets."</span>
<span class="mu-g">"W-What about you?!"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"Are you kidding? That was the mob! I'm getting out of here!"</span>
Two criminal acts in one day? Maybe you are a magnet for trouble, just like Cheryl was worried about! You take your leave down a quiet alley; working your way back to your bike. You've had quite enough of Level 4 for one day...
>Quest continues tomorrow
