Gizmo owned the local casino. A dirty place, filled with all manner of thieves and hired killers.
...
Either that peasant is a trained assassin, or I'm wrong. Again. Damn it.
I attempted to blend in with the rest of the gamblers, and headed over to one of the 'slot' machines.
As far as I can tell, the only slot it has is for gobbling up your money. After carefully watching people coming and going from Gizmo's office, I finally decided to talk to the fat man himself.
Literally.
"I'm here to talk about the attempt on Killian's life." Err... maybe I shouldn't have been so direct.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you do. You sent some and he screwed up." Wow. Maybe I should have been a hired killer instead of a cop... Gah. Focus Devlin.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I don't take kindly to strangers who barge into my office and accuse me of things they know nothing about."
"Err... I'm not here to accuse, I'm here to help?" Crap. Maybe I shouldn't have made it into a question.
"Really? You're going to help me? What kinda help are we talking about?"
"Um... You sent someone to kill Killian and he failed, so you need someone who can do the job... better." Damn, that actually sounded half-way smooth.
"Let me guess, you're that person?"
"Right. Totally. I'm your guy."
"How can I trust you?"
"Well, I'm here, right? And you need someone from out of town to do your dirty work..." Buy it, buy it, buy it you fat tub of lard...
"Hmm... All right, we can do this. Just remember that nobody double-crosses Gizmo and gets away with it, alright?" Yes...
"Um right, yeah, totally. So, what'cha need him dead for."
"Simple, he cramps my style."
"Right, got it. I'll just be leaving now."
"Got it. I'll give his dog tags to you tomorrow.
But I doubt you'll get them around that fat neck of yours."
"What was that?"
"Nothing?" Damn it, he almost heard you. No wisecracks until you're safely out of hearing.
Time to place that bug. Best wait till nighttime when nobody's around.
DON'T YOU GUYS EVER GO TO SLEEP?!?!?
"What? Don't look at me like that. It's not like Gizmo hired me to kill you. I mean crap, no, gu-... Here's the confession."
"Oh, sweet. How about the leather armour?"
Not as stylish as a leather vest, but much more protective.
Anyways Killian and the rest of his guards were going to go round up Gizmo, and I was vaguely curious to see if Gizmo actually had legs or some sort of horror tentacle mass, so I decided to follow them.
"Damn it Killian, you'll never take me alive!"
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
WHY THE HELL IS EVERYBODY SHOOTING AT ME TODAY?!?!?!
I was interrupted from runn- my attack on Gizmo by Izo, who is Gizmo's only bodyguard.
Against my incredible knife-skills, Izo is just a little boy.
Literally.
See? Now you do the wisecracks."Me and a couple of my boys are going for some celebratory drinks. Want to come?"
"Err, yeah, why not?"