Recap:

Last you saw him your sonfu was at death's door. You weren't far behind.

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You are cold, stiff, and dead.

This is hell. A demon sent you here to suffer.

Hell was tattooed into you at a young age by the end of your mother’s wooden spoon. You believe in it unconditionally. It was always real for you. What good little Catholic boy wouldn’t believe his mother?

But it was a distant place in your childish nog, a place where the devil spent the day poking away at Hitler in a boiling cauldron of pitch. The deeper truth didn’t sink in for you until high school, when Mr. Canoochi (the “Big Gooch”) got up in front of the class and began drawing big concentric circles in the air, pulling your attention away from Alice Burinski’s badly strained bra strap.

Hell wasn’t just real, it was organized. There were levels for the gluttonous, the angry, and the greedy. Close to the bottom was a place for people like you, the frauds and impostors. Just one step above the deepest and most horrible layer of Hell.

In a way, the Gooch liberated you. Someone like you was never going to clean up their act and turn to Jesus; talking your way into the shorts of the girl’s track team was just too much fun. If the circles of Hell had in fact been a Venn diagram you’d have been at the center of all of them except one.

For everything you’d done up ‘til now, you’d never let people down. Not anyone you cared about anyway. When you made it big, you gave back to everyone. Your ex-wife, your mistress, your mentor, the best kids from your hood, and your parents all got a piece to live on. But now you’re dead and so is Jeremy, probably.

Everything is all your fault and now Satan is going to gnaw on your bones.

>>43073308
A sulphuric breeze runs across your form. This is just like Mr. Canoochi said it would be. You almost regret conning that poor bastard into believing you had potential.

The toxic air burns your eyes and you reach reflexively for your face to rub them, dislodging a couple of bags of peas that were carefully positioned on your chest. You pick them up and study them; they’re slick with condensation, recently thawed. Ignoring the painful sensation in your neck, you look around. Your eyes struggle to focus in the poor lighting but you’re obviously in someones living room. There’s a old, half-burnt away mantle with stale old ashes still in the fireplace. To your left sits collapsing bookshelf, filled with archaic paper books. A few dense volumes have been stolen from it and used to replace the missing leg of a battered wooden coffee table upon which sits a chipped bowl of foil wrapped hard candy.

Foul air blows through some badly stained window curtains.

>try and stand up, examine something
>try and evaluate your own condition
>eat one of the candies
>write-in

>>43073324
>>try and evaluate your own condition

>>43073324
>>try and evaluate your own condition

>>43073324
>try and evaluate your own condition

>>43073324
>try and evaluate your own condition

>>43073350
>>43073358
>>43073391
>>43073425

You try and sit up and are greeted instantly by pain throughout your torso and back. A half a dozen additional bags of peas fall into your lap, revealing the blood that has dribbled down to stain the collar of your shirt and the numerous rips and tears in the previously white uniform you wore under your hazmat suit. The suit itself is nowhere to be seen.

Undoing a few buttons you examine your chest and find that it's essentially one huge bruise. Thankfully, the swelling seems to have been mitigated by the judicious application of peas...

Your head is kind of foggy...

>try and stand up, examine something
>eat one of the candies
>write-in

>>43073514
>>eat one of the candies
Maybe they're coffee flavored.

>>43073514
Try to stand up examine examine the window

>>43073580
>consume sugar

You straighten yourself out and shift position on the ratty sofa. Your hands are covered with dried blood and mucus but you do your best to rub it off before picking up one of the little candies. It has a fish on the wrapper.

Putting it into your mouth... AUGH! It's salty *and* sour *and* bitter. Fuck, that's terrible!

You spit the candy into the ashes of the fireplace, outraged that someone would disguise something so foul as candy. The rush of anger helps bring back some clearer memories of what has happened and where you are.

Bonuses

>Quick draw (promotion from practiced draw) - +2 when using pistols
>Twitch reflexes - Continual exposure to fast moving threats has enhanced your response time, giving a +1 to dodge rolls
>Fuzzed - -1 to intelligence rolls (? Day(s) Remaining)
>Bullshit Detector - +1 to detecting lies using Awareness (you can now use this feature whenever you want and boost it with Nerves)
>Talented Tosser - You’re pretty ace at throwing stuff. +1 to tossing anything (stacks with spear chucker)
>Badly Bruised - The concussive force of high explosive has caused your subdermal blood vessels to burst extensively. Much of your body now resembles overripe fruit. -1 Health, -1 STR/STA (swelling lasts one day)
>Hidden Trait

You get cautiously on your feet. You're still feeling a little wobbly but you can walk without much pain.

Looking out the window... you see nothing. Everything beyond this side of the street is shrouded in foul smelling smog. Probably blowing in from Junk Bay.

You nose catches a whiff of coffee from a room nearer in the house but you also spot an exit in the opposite direction.

Beat to hell or no, you're going to need to get to work soon or Devlinson really will pop you...

>Investigate coffee smell
>get out of here
>Take a look at something else in the room

>>43073733
>>Investigate coffee smell
Vince needs his coffee.

And he'll have to buy a new hazmat from the quartermaster. Never did find out what those cost.

>>43073733
I guess Vince was a bit too busy to advance in the Getting Fit department.

Bullshit Detector? Oh right Silver Pete. Way the hell back in the morning.

I forgot that was still just yesterday.

>>43073773

You follow the coffee smell into a kitchen thats as badly weathered as the rest of this house. Amanda is there, snoring gently with her head in her arms at a small table. An empty mug sits not far from her, its insides stained with coffee.

Speaking of coffee, there's an antique-lookign machine chugging away next to a filthy stovetop. Looks like its operating on an automatic schedule that Amanda set last night.

You look for a decent mug while it finishes brewing, finally selecting a bright red one with the Hong Kong insignia on it.

>wake Amanda
>drink your coffee and go

>>43073887
>>wake Amanda

>>43073887
>drink your coffee and go
Leave a note thanking profusely.

What time is it?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>43073976
>>43074009

>>43073887
Wake Amanda she deserves more than a note

>>43074056
>>43074077
>>43074056
>>43074009
>wake sleeping beauty

You give Amanda's shoulder a gentle shake.

"Nnnnnh."

"Wake up, Captain."

“Uhhh, Vince? Izzat that you? What time is it?”

“You’re the one with the watch, Amanda.”

“Oh. Uh, it’s 6 am. What are you doing up so early? I didn’t think you’d be walking around for a while yet…”

“Amanda, I’ve got to go to work.”

“What, GEC doesn’t give sick days?”

She reaches out and grabs hold of your hand.

“Come out and ride on the boat with me, Vince. I could use some of your good luck out there.”

“I can’t. I have to go.”

She seems genuinely upset by this but doesn’t push the matter, asking only that you refill her coffee. You wish you could tell her that you’d be able to stay but indentured felons don’t get time off…

The coffee is strongly acidic and helps wipe the taste of the “candy” from your mouth.

>Awareness +1
>Nerves Max +1

You do your best to be polite about saying goodbye and assure her you’ll be back at the end of the day. You really just can’t stay.

She shakes her head drowsily.

“Whatever Vince. If you’re going to crash here again tonight just bring dinner.”

You consider what kind of dining options she might like as you get into your van. Those thoughts end as you get inside: the passenger seat is stained a rusty brown by Jeremy’s oxidated blood and the sight of it makes your stomach knot up.

Today is going to be a tough day.

How do you want to drive?

>automatic
>manual
>manual (drive by your apartment)

>>43074216
>>automatic

>>43074216
>>automatic
Scrub the car clean while it drives?

Pick up cleaning supplies for bloodstains.

>>43074216
>>automatic

>>43074216
Automatic so we don't get blown up

Questions being asked about the VTOL related violence that obviously went down at Vince's apartment.

Maybe he should check the news. Or ask Lopez.

And decide whether he should claim he can't remember what happened after getting home because of concussion.

Or if he does remember, and the jig is up that it was Jeremy, he can claim that the kid got whisked away by bugs although he tried to trank them all he only got some of em.

>>43074253
>>43074299
>>43074326
>>43074367

The van shuttles itself to work while you fiddle with your communicator, debating whether or not to call Zheng and find out about Jeremy's condition.

In the end you decide that knowing now would just make things worse. You need to be focused to do your job, not grieving. There will be time for that later, if necessary...

Instead you plug in a detour for a local store that sells cleaning supplies. The employees give you funny looks when you walk in, all ripped up and splattered with gore, but you ignore them and pick out several extra-strong varieties of cleaner.

"Got a tough mess to clean up?"

You ignore the cashier and pay before walking out.

>spent $19

You get to work not long after that, still very much on time. You should probably see Devlinson first but you're going to need to see Silver Pete anyway for a new uniform and hazmat suit... It might be a good idea to change before seeing your boss.

>Go straight to Devlinson
>See Silver Pete

>>43074408
>>See Silver Pete
Yeah, last night got...pretty wild.

>>43074408
>See Silver Pete

That fucker tries to gouge us I vote we acquaint his face with the counter top in the most intimate of ways. Repeatedly.

>>43074486
That makes no fucking sense you already bullied him yesterday.

>>43074408
>>See Silver Pete
We only bullied him when we found out he was fucking us over.

>>43074531
And he seems like the kinda person to forget that in the face of someone in a disadvantageous position, as we are at the moment.

>>43074453
>>43074486
>>43074546


"Looks like my prayers came true last night."

"Fuck off Pete. I need a new uniform. And a hazmat suit."

"No shit you do. Uniform will be $50 and $200 for the Hazmat suit. I'll let you inspect this one ahead of time, since I'm sure you were going to ask..."

Pete vanishes behind some shelves and returns with two hangers, carrying a shiny new uniform and Hazmat suit. He lays them both out on the counter in front of you.

>Inspect each item
>Try and haggle to pay less
>Just pay and go change
>Write-in

Ah yes. With loadsa money now Vince can overstock himself so he can't possibly run out of things again.

10 trank bait bags, 10 gas grenades, 4 smoke grenades, 50 trank darts.

>>43074578
>>Just pay and go change
Too bruised for this shit. Shut up and take my money

>>43074578
>>Inspect each item
Very carefully and go over it extremely close. Anything wrong we go hardball negotiator on him.

>>43074578
>Inspect each item
he is a known cheat, make sure.

>>43074578
Just pay and go change

>>43074578
>Inspect each item

>>43074582
>buy a buncha shit

>>43074598
>>43074636
>pay and go

>>43074631
>>43074655
>inspect

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>43074813

Stupid dice didn't roll.

>>43074836

Wordlessly, you hand over the cash. Silver Pete smiles in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable but he’s an uncomfortable man.

>spent $250

Returning to the locker room, you change and wash up in the communal sink. It’s nice to get at least some of the grime of your skin… Why didn’t you ask Amanda if she had a shower?

Mmm. Amanda in the shower…

Ugh. You have to keep a clear head here. Devlinson isn’t going to be happy if you walk in with a raging boner. Or crying.

>Roll 3d6 for how well you can compose yourself for the Boss

Rolled 2, 1, 6 = 9 (3d6)

>>43074900

Rolled 5, 1, 5 = 11 (3d6)

>>43074900
I honk you missed my vote.

Rolled 3, 5, 6 = 14 (3d6)

>>43074900
I don't know what stat this is.

Rolled 2, 5, 2 = 9 (3d6)

>>43074900
Rolling for hiding our boner

>>43074900
>Silver Pete smiles in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable but he’s an uncomfortable man.
>>43074945
Yeah.

>>43074950

Boner hiding. It's right there on the CS anon.

>>43074945

I blame this extension. You can give the hazmat suit another look before you put it on.

>>43074923
>>43074945
>>43074950

You pose in front of the mirror for a minute, perfecting your poker face until you're confident that you've quashed any evidence of your current emotional traumas. It's a good thing too because...

"Esperanza, you're in deep shit again!"

Oh shit.

"What did I do now?"

"I just got a call about three knocked out kids in a supermarket parking lot with GEC-brand tranquilizer darts sticking out of them. Manager says a fella with a ripped up ear who claimed to be a Scyth did it. Sound familiar?!"

>Nope
>Nope (slide over $200)

>>43075119
>Nope

>>43075119
>>Nope (slide over $200)

>>43075119
The trank darts have brand marks on them? We didn't know they had brand marks on them!

>>43075119
>>Nope (slide over $200)

>>43075119
Nope slide $200

>>43075189
Another thing to put on the illegal 3d printer list off brand tranq darts

>>43075224
Or we can remember to take back the empty darts once we've knocked out innocent cits next time.

>>43075200
>>43075167
>>43075146
>>43075189

You slide another $200 across the table.

"Not at all. Maybe someone picked up some darts while they were robbing the labs? And there's plenty of low-lives with ripped up ears."

Devlinson relaxes as soon as the money touches his fingers.

"Ah, you're right Vince. I don't know what I was thinking, getting so upset at you. Listen, I have good news. Your job today is going to be nice and easy."

"I've heard that before."

"No, really. One of the higher-ups needs her house sprayed for termites and I recommended you. It's in the good part of town, so I'm sure it'll be a piece of case."

"Basic domestic work? Devlinson, you shouldn't have."

"But I did. And maybe go down to the lab and see if you can get someone to work on your nose. Somebody obviously gave it a wallop last night."

"Thanks."

He hands you the dossier and dismisses you.

Amazingly, it really is just a single page with the home's address and layout.

>Go down to the labs, have someone look at your nose
>Get to the van, you can try and clean it on your way to this place, it's a bit of a trip
>Get to the van, call up Lopez during the trip
>Go see Silver Pete again
>Write-In

>>43075338
>Go down to the labs, have someone look at your nose
Oh...Clarissa. Hi.

Say you don't have the files on those three specimens someone kidnapped do you.

>>43075338
>>Go see Silver Pete again
Gotta refill: everything

>>43075338
>>Go see Silver Pete again

>>43075447
>>43075514
>>43075392

>Go see Pete again

Pete raises his eyebrows upon seeing you again.

"Thought I got rid of your dumb ass. What do you need now?"

>request items via write-in

>>43075559
We're out of bait and darts and low on others.

10 trank bait bags, 10 gas grenades, 4 smoke grenades, 50 trank darts.

>>43075559
Just did the math. You have

>$8434 in total funds

>>43075608
That would be $390 in total.

I'm going to take a break and eat something.

Gas grenades are 20, bait is 10 a bag, smokes are 10 a grenade, darts are a dollar each.

You can also request anything else that comes to mind and I'll price it/confirm its availibility on return.

>>43075559
Sure >>43075608

Also man. Termites.

Jeremy could probably control termites... like the pied piper.

>>43075737
Leading rats through the streets.

>>43075737
>>43075795
>>43075608

"I'm going to need 10 tranquilized bait bags, 10 gas grenades, 4 smokes, and at least 50 trank darts."

"Give me a minute to get all that."

You pick your nose while he scurries behind the shelves, relieving whatever coagulation you can in attempt to breathe a little better.

When Pete returns he's piled all your requested items in a box.

"Here, the box is free."

You pay him and carry everything down to your van.

>New total: 8044

Is there anything else you wanted to do before you leave?

>Go to labs
>Drive Automatic
>Drive Manual

Write-in if you want to hit another location before you head to this woman's house, since it's only 7:15

>>43076073
>>Go to labs
Get nose checked and fixed.

>>43076073
Go to the labs we need to look good for Amanda

>>43076073
>>Go to labs
Nose suffering intensifying.

Also yeah, haha... how about those missing specimens...

>>43076092
>>43076182
>>43076234

You decide that you might as well head down to the labs while you're here.

After making your way through decon, you manage to intercept Clarissa on her way into specimen containment. When she spots you, her eyes go wide.

"You!"

"Me?"

"We can't be seen together, I've been under enough heat lately... What the hell happened to your nose?"

"I fell down some stairs. Do you think you can fix it?"

"Do I look like an otolaryngologist to you?"

"An ohto-what?"

"Look, just stay here a sec. I'll go get Bob and then you have to get out of here."

"Who-"

But she's already gone. There's a number of scientists running around, pre-occupied with their own business. One not that far from you is intertwined in an intense conversation with one of his female colleagues. He has a document of some sort protruding from his pocket...

>try to steal it
>just wait for "Bob"

>>43076273
>>just wait for "Bob"

>>43076273
>>just wait for "Bob"

>>43076273
>>try to steal it
Surreptitious +1 for impulsive bad ideas

>>43076273
>try to steal it

>>43076273
>>just wait for "Bob"

>>43076273
>just wait for "Bob"

>>43076273
Just wait for Bob we're probably already on camera

>>43076294
>>43076327
>>43076447
>>43076448
>>43076341
>>43076374
>>43076456


>Wait for Bob

Bob turns out to be a more elderly caucasian scientist with his long hair tied back in a pony tail. He walks right up and starts tilting your head left, right, forward, and back without warning.

"How'd you break it?" he asks, looking up one of your nostrils.

"Uh, I got a little too friendly with a buddy's fist."

"Some body. He really did a number on it. Hold still, this might hurt a bit."

Bob adjusts your nose with a terrifying crack. There's a flash of pain but you can breath much more easily now.

"You're going to need to have it looked at again if you want to avoid any deformation."

"Good to know."

"And Clarissa says get the hell out of this lab."

You do just that and return to your car. It's now 7:35.

>automatic
>manual
>make a pit stop somewhere

>>43076615
>>make a pit stop somewhere
Get some breakfast and call Amanda.

>>43076615
>automatic

>>43076694
Second

>>43076615
>>manual
Driver Level 2 baby

Love story so far Simmons
Primary cast is woefully in need of an update

>>43076694
Find healthy breakfast and don't call, they're out on the boat by now.

>>43076615
Manuel we got a job to do

>>43076756

Glad to hear it. I'm a little behind on all the documents, I'll probably finish the bestiary first.

>>43076710
>auto

>>43076736
>>43076825
>Manual

>>43076694
>>43076724
>call amanda

>>43076759
>don't call amanda

Writing for manual and give Amanda a call.

>>43076868
Wait what. Breakfast or no breakfast.

>>43076891

Breakfast.

>>43076868

You turn the van on and take off, driving manual for the first time today. The road is a refreshing distraction.

You dial Amanda on the console and she picks up.

“Vin? This isn’t another crisis, is it?”

“Nah, I just wanted to thank you again for putting up with me last night. I’m sure I was a handful.”

She sighs.

“You definitely were. You never did tell me what happened… Or what happened to Jeremy.”

>tell her the truth
>”We got into a car accident.”
>Write-in

>>43076981
>>tell her the truth

>>43076981
>>”We got into a car accident.”

This is a GEC line.

>>43076981
>>”We got into a car accident.”

>>43077174
>>43077202
>>43077048

"We got into a car accident."

"Sure you did. That's why you came over to my place in your undented van, right? And you needed to stay at my place instead of going to the hospital? Don't fuck with me, Vin. I deserve better than that."

"Look... there was an accident, we can talk more about this later."

"Don't you dare ha-"

You cut the connection and pull over by a street vendor who claims to be selling breakfast burritos.

You get on the back of the line but it's kind of long...

>roll 3d6+3 awareness, boost with Nerves

Rolled 5, 3, 3 + 3 = 14 (3d6 + 3)

>>43077272

Rolled 3, 5, 6 + 3 = 17 (3d6 + 3)

>>43077272
Oh she mad as fuck right now.

Rolled 5, 2, 6 + 3 = 16 (3d6 + 3)

>>43077272
drivin way too gud

Rolled 2, 3, 6 = 11 (3d6)

>>43077272
for murica

>>43077345
>>43077293
>>43077294
>>43077317
>14,17,16
>murderous rolls

As the order at the front of the line, you step forward and notice that you do so in tandem with a man on another line down the block. He's wearing a motorcycle helmet and there's a moped parked not too far off from the dim sum stand he's waiting in line for.

Now that you think about it, you saw that same moped weaving through traffic behind you a few times on the way here.

He glances back in your direction and you quickly look away, pretending to study the cranium of the dope in front of you.

>Hidden Trait revealed: Surveilled

>New Total Cash: $8041

>STR/STA +1 [12/12]
>Health +1 [11/11]

You get back in the GEC van and think about your next option. You've got about an hour before you've got to be where you need to be and the GPS says you could make it from here in about half that time.

>take the remaining 30 minutes to try and throw this fool off your trail
>just go straight to your destination

>Roll 3d6+3 either way

Rolled 6, 4, 2 + 3 = 15 (3d6 + 3)

>>43077447
>>just go straight to your destination
It's not a secret that we're going to the boss's house.

This is probably GEC tail. RIght.

>>43077500

The list of people who could be tailing you has grown exponentially recently.

Rolled 1, 4, 6 + 3 = 14 (3d6 + 3)

>>43077447
>>just go straight to your destination

Rolled 2, 5, 1 + 3 = 11 (3d6 + 3)

>>43077520
Or it could even be the Estate, because Vince snooped on their suspiciously immaculate fence.

>>43077447
just go to work

A tail you know is there might be better than a tail you don't that they might try to replace him with.

>>43077561
>>43077550
>>43077500
>>43077564


You figure it's best not to let them know that *you* know you're being tailed. Controlling the flow of information is like rule #3 in the completely imaginary con man's handbook.

You make wonderful time.

The house turns out to be something more akin to a mansion in an outer suburb of the city. It's pretty damn nice looking and not too far from the local train station.

You consider your load out before heading in, although if this is really just termites you won't need much.

>Pick your load out time!

Presets:

The Domestic Recommendation:
>HazMat
>2 trank grenades
>Wrangling Stick
>Trank Gun
>Poison Sprayer


>Heavily Armed:
>Sniper Rifle (Silenced, 16 shots remaining)
>Dual Chinese Specs (Silenced, cartons of ammo)
>Bag of Taser Grids
>Nano-mesh net (incredibly strong and capable of cutting flesh)

>The Mixer:
>Tranquilizer gun (56 shots)
>Dual Chinese Specs (Silenced, cartons of ammo)
>Bag of Taser Grids
>1 Frag Grenade, 1 smoke grenade
>Bag of Bait

>Exterminator Classic:
>Wrangling Stick
>Tranquilizer Gun (56 shots)
>Plastic Explosive and motion sensors
>Mesh Net
>Bag of Bait

>The "Clear The Room"
>Wrangling Stick
>Chinese Silenced Pistols
>Poison Sprayer
>Lighter
>3 frag grenades, 1 smoke

>The "Make A Hole"
>gauss sniper rifle (16 shots)
>tranquilizer gun
>2lb plastic explosive+detonators
>Thermal Goggles
>3 Frag grenades, 1 Smoke


>Write-in loadout: Take two medium size items and two “small” items. Small items can be stacked to differing degrees- the two pistols count as small but are one medium item when stacked. Try to use common sense based on what you could fit into a medium size duffel bag.

Other options:

These will tax STR/STA if you exert yourself for too long while wearing them:
>Wear HazMat
>Wear Military Vest
>Wear Helmet (Not compatible with HazMat)
>Wear Thermal Goggles (Not compatible with HazMat)

See inventory in pastebin for more options: http://pastebin.com/2gx5bYkw

>>43077715
>>Wear Thermal Goggles

So go with a modified Domestic.
>2 trank grenades
>Wrangling Stick
>Trank Gun
>Poison Sprayer

Also finally examine the hazmat suit for itching powder or whatever Pete might have done.

>>43077715
As foolish as it seems I vote for the domestic

>>43077781
Maybe take bait instead of grenades.

>>43077805
>pure domestic

>>43077781
>trades hazmat for thermal goggs

>>43077862
bait over grenades

Seems heavily in favor of the domestic leadout, just waiting for someone to second one variant or another.

>>43077966
Okay sweep the house with thermal first.

Then check what pete did to the hazmat before donning it.

>>43077805
Changing my vote to bait

Next time we celebrate Hispanic Heritage Month (it's every month) with Lopez, maybe he'll be able to find out whose VTOL that was that crashed.

>>43077966
>Chosen Loadout
>Thermal Goggles
>1 Bag of Bait
>Wrangling Stick
>Trank Gun
>Poison Sprayer


You pick a fairly low key loadout and give the house a quick thermal sweep.

There's currently only one inhabitant, seated on the first floor with two steaming hot mugs of something.

Looking specifically for evidence of termite infestation, you turn up the goggles resolution to the max to spot the tiny tunnels of the termites, who seem to have made their way up from under the house to the second floor. You're going to have to get into some crawl spaces today...

Fairly confident that this is going to be a straight forward job once you find the main nest, you stride to the front door and ring the door bell.

A finely aged Asian woman meets you at the door in a tight fitting T-shirt and jeans.

"You're here early, Mr..." -she pauses to read your nametag- "Esperanza. Maybe you'd like to come inside and have a hot drink before you get started?"

"Mrs. Shan? I didn't realize you'd be home..."

"Oh, well you know. My husband is the one who spends time at home with the kids so he took them out on a playdate today in expectation of your visit. Someone had to stay to greet you, right?"

"I.. suppose."

She leads you inside. Those jeans are very... form fitting.

"Sit, drink. Tell me about your plan for this infestation of mine. It's very insidious, I think..."

>End Thread

The conclusion of this particular assignment needs a little TLC before I continue with it, as well as some emotional energy that I happen to be lacking today. Rest assured you'll be able to finish it in the next session.

I'll be around for questions and the next run will be 5pm on Monday.

>>43078244
I don't trust drinking something from GEC on an assignment that seems easy for once.

>>43078244
No progress on Getting Fit then?

>>43078340

Maybe you'll have an opportunity for exercise in the next thread.

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Archived up:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Exterminator+quest

Sorry for calling this one kind of early guys but the plot is getting steadily more complicated and this next chunk kind of needs to be done right.

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