Ah, it must be the "special room-service". Let her in, with all the usual - and necessary - caution.
Finally time to relax - the Golgo way. After a few smutty cut-scenes that are not raunchy enough to arouse anything but the rage of catholic priests and boys below the age of twelve, five minutes will have passed, and we will be truly ready to go. Bonus points for using chloroform on the damsel, so that she can serve as aliby for us. Well, not like she wouldn't pass out either way, but still.
(( TBH, I actually could have done without these scenes, - be it reading or watching - but I somehow felt the need to honour them all the same. ;p ))
The wooden door is no match for Golgo's glare and is instantly vaporized. He then grabs the startled but gorgeous lady bellhop carrying his luggage on the other side, throwing her and the bags into the room and tearing off his suit with one hand before-
[EXPUNGED DUE TO DECENCY]
+1 InstinctsGolgo, wearing only his speedo, stares out the window while smoking a cigarette. The naked bellhop pulls the sheets closer to her neck and sighs.
That was some tip.. Golgo frowns and exhales before turning to pick up the luggage where she let it fall to the floor. He opens the cases up one at a time and slowly removes the paper wrapped packages inside, marked 'SAMPLES' and 'INSPECTED'.
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*smirk*He tears them open and begins assembling them. A few minutes pass.
Custom M16 Armalite assembled. He removes the scope from it's case and affixes to the top rail, then chambers a single round. He hears the woman shift in bed.
What are you doing? What is that? She sounds cheerfully curious.
Shootbang: 20%
Explosions: 0%
Facepunch: 0%
Facekick: 0%
Angry Walking: 0%
Contemptuous Jumping
Glaring: 100%
Eyebrows: 100%
Frowning: 100%
Instincts: 71%
Inventory: Revolver Super Magnum 6/6, Custom M16 Armalite 1/20
Contract: Kill the Prime Minister of England