"SURE, SIGN ME UP"
"Confirmed. Please grab your toothbrush and await pickup." And the line goes dead. You shrug and do as she says, going to the bathroom and grabbing your toothbrush. Not five minutes after your doorbell rings. You open up and two guys in suits are standing at your door. They tell you to drop everything and follow them to the roof. When you step through the door leading to the rooftop, you're greeted by a big, military helicopter. They climb inside after you and close the door. You sit down on a bench in its hold, with the two guys on either side of you. A woman is sitting on the opposite side of you. Though its dark in the hold, you can clearly see that she's a robot.
"Hello Bob, nice to finally meet you. Have you thought about which path to herodom you want to take?" Slolwly walk backwards, aim at -something- and try to talk:
"Hey buddy... do u see me?"
You aim at the...thing? When you speak, it sort of chirps and slowly slidles from behind the corner. It clacks its two pincers happily and looks at you with its two eye stalks. It's basically a crab, only somehow it's the size of large dog. It points its pincer down a tunnel and clickety clacks a few times. It probably wants you to follow him.
Say hello.
[5] You greet the two gentlemen like a normal person would. They look up from the documents. The older one, the father, speaks.
"Ah, welcome back. Grandfather send us a ntoe saying your debt has been repaid in full and then some. No more explenation besides that though, but that's just how he is. So, don't worry about it, we're square."
Return to my hideout.
You return to your hideout. That is, your appartement in one of the less nice neighbourhoods. You lay out the guns you've collected on the table and patch up the cuts from the glass you got when heroically crashing through the skylight. You put on the tv to get some background noise while you're doing this.
"This just in, one of the schools in the southern part of our city has come under attack. Police forces are mustering an attack force as we speak. We'll be back live after a commercial break."
"Do you like guns? Sellin, buyin, maintaining guns? Do you LOVE SHOOTING STUFF?! Come on over to Angry Gregor's boot camp and rifle range! I survived the Japs, Koreans, Vietcong and even the invasion of the Iltreans, or as I like to call them the fucking starfish from space! GET SOME!"
"And we are back, just in time to see the police forces assault the school."
Fuck it, kick him in the balls, if I can.
[1->6] You sort of weakly plant your knee between his legs, but you don't actually manage to cause him much discomfort. [4] vs [1] The other students manage to bear down the woman to the ground. One of students grabs her bat and starts beating her with it. One of the students with better situational awareness grabs the guy's machete and comes over to help you. You swings the blade overhead. The pressure on your neck suddenly drops away and you see the guys eyes grow wide behind his mask before rolling upwards, a small trickle of blood making its way down the face of the mask. He slumps to the side. You sit up again.
Meanwhile, outside, a squad of 6 policemen enter through the busted gate, riot shields in front. From somewhere above you you hear a muffled "HAIL KEL'GORROTH!" before it gets drowned out by the sound of a buzzsaw. The policemen scramble as they're getting shot at [5] vs [2] but the four at the fornt don't even have the time to react before they're torn apart by a hail of bullets. The two at the back manage to hide behind a wall. "HAHA, OMAHA BEACH ASSHOLES!"
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