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ACTACTACT"Rise and shine, Mikeyboy. Hey, when was the last time you went to the mall?"
"Uh... I dunno. My parents used to go there with me back when I was a kid? Does anybody go to the mall anymore?"
"Exactly..."
After a short drive, Michael Moov and his handler arrive at the Lone Pine Galleria. Signs posted "RETAIL SPACE VACANT" and advertising tens of thousands of sq feet are plastered all over the outside.
"Huh, sir. The place looks closed."
"Not to ACE, Mikeyboy."
Entering though the Sears entrance, his handler quips, "Still smells like the 20th century doesn't it? You know, this once was the biggest retailer in the world? They were even the first retail IPO to be handled by Goldman Sachs way back in the 1900's."
"Fucking Bezos, man."
"That's right. You're going to make a great activist."
They step out onto the second story promenade, revealing a mausoleum of storefronts. "This was once the new 'Mainstreet America' right here. A safe place where kids like you their first job and first date. Maybe alittle youthful hanky-panky in a dressing room too."
Moov points out the shuttered Gold's Gym, "Anything left in there, sir?"
"Looking to get some meat on those bones? Probably, not. I'll have to look into that though. Good thinking, Mikeyboy. That's not why we're here though."
The walk across the vacated mall into the Cineplex Odeon.
"We catching a movie, sir?"
"Not exactly Mikeyboy..." After walking through a hallway filled with posters of lantern-jawed action hero brandishing firearms, he pulls a box from behind a trashcan. From inside the deaddrop, he hands Moov a silencer and three more 9mm magazines.
"Sir, I drive."
"Mr. Johnson would claim otherwise. Besides, have you ever heard of asset diversification?"
"I don't think my GED study guide covered that, sir."
"Ah, my bad. Well let's just say we want you be a well-rounded individual. Let's step outside and give this a try."
"If you say so, sir."
The two men step outside the cineplex to find an outdoor rifle range built in the theater parking lot.
"Sir, they don't mind us tearing up the parking lot like this?"
"Trust me, these guys are so bankrupt they're happy to get any money. Plus, we have 501(c)(3) nonprofit status so it's probably a massive tax write off on top of that. Capitalists selling the rope to hang themselves..."
Attaching the suppressor to his handgun, Moov pops off a round at a 25m steel target.
"That's my Mikeyboy. Keep working on your skills, and we'll find a way to really stick it to the man."
Purchases3 additional 9mm pistol magazines -.03 BTC
additional 1000 rounds 9mm -.05 BTC
Osprey 9 9mm Suppressor -0.10 BTC
Outdoor rifle range -2000 USD
Currency:
7,490 USD
.604 BTC
Assets:
burner smartphone
1978 rounds of 9mm
SIG P226 9mm pistol with three additional magazines
Sports Sedan -Volvo S90
Safehouse, Working Class Neighborhood:
Michael Moov
Background: Michael was a champion go-kart racer as a child with dreams of becoming a professional race car driver. The banks ruined his life when they repossessed his parents’ home, driving them into depression, which caused them to kill themselves. Now a homeless orphan, he seeks revenge on the banking system and the powers that be and pledges his life to anyone who will use his talent to that end.
Health: 1
Status effects:
Armor:
Accuracy: 0.032 (50m)
Reflexes: D8
Hauling: 1
Skills:
Champion Go-kart driver - cars run on the same principle right?
Shared Asset:
Outdoor Rifle Range