- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Writing Levels
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
An older vagrant mentioned that all kindsa medicine was stockpiled at a large pharmaceutical warehouse. He said there was a man there called Mixer Mike, who could get his hands on all kinds of prescription drugs. He sometimes sold them out the back of the warehouse.
There was a gate where two men lounged in hooded coats. They didn't look like the typical night watchmen. As a truck rolled past it stopped only briefly and the guards exchanged words with the driver before directing it onwards into the warehouse.
You guys think the guards could be distracted with some gambling by a random hobo? Or would they be fine with us just buying them off....some how.
What if we stage a pretend rape and the guards come to see the damsel? Then we pounce!
And then...
...kill our way... to the man... whose name we know... and who regularly meets hobos to sell them drugs...?
Rape and gambling, before conversation.