>>5973825>>5973858>>5973920The world comes into focus around you, a plan of action tentatively forming.
Check if any of your buddies ended up here, check if you can call a cab, relax and cruise to the end point. Pray the Nixxes don't catch you. Easy.
Okay then, step one. 26 eddies, and 43 ennies. 27 eurodollars, being generous. Piss, you've enough to get to the end of the road, maybe.
Step two... The alleyway's mostly trash. Rotting black bags. But your eyes pick out a man-shape in the rot, slumped against the garbage can you woke up in. Someone in fatigues, mostly stained a dark bloody brown.
It is - was - one of the Solos you hit the Nixxes with. You never caught his name.
Tentatively poking your head out of the alley, the road's busy. A couple pedestrians walking on the opposite side of the street. Traffic's at a standstill - 20 metres down the road, a large truck's parked across both lanes. Five men in ill-fitting suits are gathered around the front car, shouting and arguing with the occupants. Gangoons - the NIxxes. You duck back in before they see you.
So... no cab, then. And if meathead over there's dead, chances are the others are too.
[Inventory:]
>Phone.>Armalite-44.>A crushed inhaler. [Actions:]
>Write-in.>Use an item.>Write-in...>Go out onto the street, quiet-like.>Start shooting. Fuck those gangoons! [Watch your ammo, choom.]>Search him for something useful. 