Huh, looks like it was just 8 after all. After next turn, I think you'll all be at least at the next morning. Though, we really should discuss timing.
GET TRUCK
ABANDON FAR AWAYWARDS
TAKE BRIEFCASE HOME, REST
(2) The truck breaks down, but fortunately you've got it parked in the warehouse, where anyone looking on the street would be unable to see it. Since everything of value you own is right here anyways, and there's no one who cares if you're at home or not, you decide to crash here.
Which girl is it?
Also, do I know where BZ lives, exactly? If not, find out clandestinely.
Stop heroin sales for now - review current assets.
It was Tricia, who shall be avenged. (3) You know what street he lives on at least, but taking any action against him will require some serious thinking. You won't let yourself be so easily defeated though.
(3) With Tricia's tragic demise, your gang comprises 29 girls of ages 15-18, all in posession of various crude weapons from bats, knives, and crowbars, with a smattering of handguns available to you.
(Yeah didn't think so. :v)
"Paydirt."
Ed hefts the drawer up, soon moving out the garage's door and walking the way home with it, trying to look inconspicuous the entire time. Ed's not very good at looking inconspicuous.
(2) Your arms give out in another alley about a block away. There doesn't seem to be anyone else around, so you could go through it here.
Dreams.... dreams are confusing. Once refreshed, wake up, wash, get dressed. How do I feel once awake?
(6) You wake up at 4AM feeling strangely upbeat, against all reason. Your stitched-up arm feels cold and numb, with only a dull ache, which you don't know whether or not is something to worry about, and your nose feels a little runny. However, you're more concerned with how your apartment seems a bit monochromatic this morning.
Search for... Let's see... A combat-ready staff, an equip able monkey tail, black boots, and weighted clothing. Also, look for contact lenses. And manga.
"Lessee if you have what I need..."
(3) You find a 3 lbs. barbell without any disc weights, which could be used as a somewhat heavy staff, and buy it for $20. (2) There's no monkey tail, but you do find a length of brown rope and get that instead for $2, figuring you could just pin that to the back of your pants. (5) Right next to the barbell and some dilapidated exercise equipment, you find a full set of slightly-used weighted clothing and an almost complete set of small disc weights for it, and purchase the whole thing for a reasonable $140. (5) This leaves plenty of money for a couple very nice sets of contact lenses and a cardboard box full of a few volumes and boxed DVD sets, all for about $85.
Give up the other dwarves as lost, try to find a dwarf with similar beliefs as me who will join my cause.
(3) You find the same ones, who have inadvertently made their way back to your place after a few hours of wandering in the sewers and are a bit more willing to listen, if only out of desperation.
"Oui oui! Very good, ma belle!" Ze Frenchman turns towards the proprietor and points the baguette at his face "You. You vill give me all the money in your register. All the money you made by peddling zese cheap knockoffs of true art. Vite, before I lose even more of my temper!"
Praise La grand Belge. Demand money from owner. If he doesn't hand it over, beat him with the baguette. If he does hand it over, whack him once with the baguette to knock him out
(5) Still too flabbergasted to resist, the storeowner merely stands confused as you empty his register before decking him with your bread. And all without him calling the police or raising any kind of alarm.
"He won't want to look back because there will be a gun against his head in case he does. It's simple."
Hiding his nervousness, Maddox decided to just go with what was asked of him for the completion of the plan.
1PM. As predicted, the truck rolls down the street. (1) You step out into the street 50 feet in front to force him to stop, and as he does, you walk up to the door and pull your gun.
"Hey, hey, be cool man. What do you want?"
You're quivering as you're about to say the words, explain what you need him to do. You clench your fist around the gun to hold it steadier... and accidentally pull the trigger. The driver is now lying facedown against the wheel with his blood and brains all over the cabin.