Run & Gun
“SO THERE I WAS, JUST ME AND JACK SLATER. FACE TO FACE, HE LEAPED OVER HIS COUCH GOING FOR HIS GUN AND THAT’S WHEN I GUNNED HIM DOWN. With gel rounds of course had to catch that sicko alive didn’t we.” The drunken man at the bar was yelling in my face he had been telling this same story to anyone who would listen to him and had gotten quite a few free drinks for it. I had bought a couple, I didn’t believe this story completely, but he was admitting to being there when they captured him.
“ALL THIS BOMB MAKING EQUIPMENT WAS THERE SO WE CLEARLY HAD THE RIGHT GUY. Hold on I gotta wiz.” He stumbled towards the door. I waited a minute and stepped outside the back door. He was in an alley, alone, this was the perfect time. I went around the front and smoked, making sure I was highly visible. I sent the command to the firing platform and waited to see if it got him. He didn’t come running out.
After finishing my smoke I walked in the ally and picked up his unconscious body, loaded it into the trunk of his car and shut it. I sent the car on grid guide out the barrens. I went back inside and started drinking, the next step wasn’t going to be pleasant for anyone.