For 100k, Caine sure didn't think all the driving he did was
worth it. He must have already driven 600 miles. And getting gas
for all that mileage wasn't easy. Caine must have stuck up
and/or killed about a dozen people for the precious juice.
Besides that, he had a lot of fun. Just as Caine was thinking
that, he saw barter town- The town where the "waterhole" bar was
located- and sped up. He wanted to get back there and relax.
Plus he had to stop at the local weapons shop and buy some
upgrades. Caine arrived. First thing he did was rent an upstairs
room in the Waterhole. Then he strolled over to the weapons shop
and stopped inside. A huge Scottish man with a kilt and machine-
gun peg leg greeted him enthusiastically.
(Scottish man) Welcome! Welcome! Can I help ya with anythin? My name is Gargon.
Caine doesn't say a word. He just walks past Gargon and starts looking at the merchandise on the numerous racks. Gargon rubs his red beard and starts to speak.
(Gargon) Aye, if ya need anything at all just call me.
Gargon walks to his glass counter and stares at Caine intently. Caine ignores his offer and looks around. He scans all the rack until he sees something with it's own display case. Caine walks over to it and notices that it's a katana, 1 foot in length. Gargon sees Caine looking at it and snatches a business opportunity.
(Gargon) Aye, that's a fine piece indeed. The blade on that katana can slice through anything like it was butter. It was last owned by a cyborg ninja. He killed many- the rascal. But in the end I took him down. That's how I got my leg.
Caine taps the glass display twice and makes a thumbs up sign.
(Gargon) Oh, good, good. You've made a fine choice sir. But may I ask if you would like to buy something else?
(Caine)(Thinking) As a matter of fact, I do need to add some bang to my arsenal.
Caine walks back to the back of the store and starts looking for something he saw earlier. He came back with 2 strips of 6 grenades and put them on the counter along with the katana.
(Gargon) Ah, another fine choice sir. Those grenades are out on the strips because ya can either take one off and throw it, or ya can pull the zip cord and blow 'em all at once. Is that all for today sir?
Caine nods his head.
(Gargon) Ok. That will come to a total of four hundred and ninety nine-thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents.
(Caine)(Thinking) You have to be joking. Damn it! All right I'll pay.
Caine hands the money over.
(Gargon) Ah, thankya my fine sir. And, for a bonus, you get the katana strap. It's to hold the blade close to you.
(Caine)(Thinking) Whoopee.
Caine walks out of the weapons shop bitterly disappointed that half of his pay was gone. It was worth it though. Caine went to his room to strap everything on. When he got there, he put everything he bought on his bed and look it over. When he was satisfied, he strapped the katana horizontally behind his back, and put one strip of grenades under each side of his cloak. Caine went downstairs and waited. Not to Caine's surprise, he had waited for over 3 weeks for someone to finally show. The guy that "finally showed" was about 4 foot 5 inches with a rough semi-beard, dressed in rags. So basically, a dirty little midget was his next customer. The man started talking to some of the drunkards in the bar, and Caine saw them fearfully point at him. The man in rags walked up to Caine.
(Man in rags) Seigneur, I have searched far and wide for a person with your skills. My name is Benedicto Alvarez, and I wish to hire you. You see, it is not only I, but my people as well, who wish to use your services. We can only pay in gold though. This is Okay?
Caine nods his head.
(Alvarez) Very good seigneur. Now let me tell you about the man we wish to be killed. He is an evil man who goes by the name of Jerome. This man is a drug lord who is powerful, yet enslaves my people. No ordinary man can kill him; that is why we need you. Here is some information and a picture of him. (hands folder to Caine) We will pay you 20 bars of gold when you complete our task. I must leave now, seigneur. So farewell.
Alvarez leaves the bar and stuffs himself in a van crammed with other Mexicans. After Alvarez leaves, Caine walks up to his room with the folder and locks the door behind him. He sits down at a desk, and opens the folder that the dirty Mexican gave him. Caine found out that Jerome lived in a huge guarded fortress right next to the village that Alvarez lived in. The village of Santa Poco.
(Caine)(Thinking) Man, I hope this trip doesn't take as long as my last one. It would be torture to do that shit again. Well, I guess I should get going then.
Caine went downstairs, through the swinging bar doors, and got on his bike. He put the kickstand up and jumped down on the ignition starter. The engine barked to a start and Caine set off to find his target.
(Scottish man) Welcome! Welcome! Can I help ya with anythin? My name is Gargon.
Caine doesn't say a word. He just walks past Gargon and starts looking at the merchandise on the numerous racks. Gargon rubs his red beard and starts to speak.
(Gargon) Aye, if ya need anything at all just call me.
Gargon walks to his glass counter and stares at Caine intently. Caine ignores his offer and looks around. He scans all the rack until he sees something with it's own display case. Caine walks over to it and notices that it's a katana, 1 foot in length. Gargon sees Caine looking at it and snatches a business opportunity.
(Gargon) Aye, that's a fine piece indeed. The blade on that katana can slice through anything like it was butter. It was last owned by a cyborg ninja. He killed many- the rascal. But in the end I took him down. That's how I got my leg.
Caine taps the glass display twice and makes a thumbs up sign.
(Gargon) Oh, good, good. You've made a fine choice sir. But may I ask if you would like to buy something else?
(Caine)(Thinking) As a matter of fact, I do need to add some bang to my arsenal.
Caine walks back to the back of the store and starts looking for something he saw earlier. He came back with 2 strips of 6 grenades and put them on the counter along with the katana.
(Gargon) Ah, another fine choice sir. Those grenades are out on the strips because ya can either take one off and throw it, or ya can pull the zip cord and blow 'em all at once. Is that all for today sir?
Caine nods his head.
(Gargon) Ok. That will come to a total of four hundred and ninety nine-thousand dollars and ninety-nine cents.
(Caine)(Thinking) You have to be joking. Damn it! All right I'll pay.
Caine hands the money over.
(Gargon) Ah, thankya my fine sir. And, for a bonus, you get the katana strap. It's to hold the blade close to you.
(Caine)(Thinking) Whoopee.
Caine walks out of the weapons shop bitterly disappointed that half of his pay was gone. It was worth it though. Caine went to his room to strap everything on. When he got there, he put everything he bought on his bed and look it over. When he was satisfied, he strapped the katana horizontally behind his back, and put one strip of grenades under each side of his cloak. Caine went downstairs and waited. Not to Caine's surprise, he had waited for over 3 weeks for someone to finally show. The guy that "finally showed" was about 4 foot 5 inches with a rough semi-beard, dressed in rags. So basically, a dirty little midget was his next customer. The man started talking to some of the drunkards in the bar, and Caine saw them fearfully point at him. The man in rags walked up to Caine.
(Man in rags) Seigneur, I have searched far and wide for a person with your skills. My name is Benedicto Alvarez, and I wish to hire you. You see, it is not only I, but my people as well, who wish to use your services. We can only pay in gold though. This is Okay?
Caine nods his head.
(Alvarez) Very good seigneur. Now let me tell you about the man we wish to be killed. He is an evil man who goes by the name of Jerome. This man is a drug lord who is powerful, yet enslaves my people. No ordinary man can kill him; that is why we need you. Here is some information and a picture of him. (hands folder to Caine) We will pay you 20 bars of gold when you complete our task. I must leave now, seigneur. So farewell.
Alvarez leaves the bar and stuffs himself in a van crammed with other Mexicans. After Alvarez leaves, Caine walks up to his room with the folder and locks the door behind him. He sits down at a desk, and opens the folder that the dirty Mexican gave him. Caine found out that Jerome lived in a huge guarded fortress right next to the village that Alvarez lived in. The village of Santa Poco.
(Caine)(Thinking) Man, I hope this trip doesn't take as long as my last one. It would be torture to do that shit again. Well, I guess I should get going then.
Caine went downstairs, through the swinging bar doors, and got on his bike. He put the kickstand up and jumped down on the ignition starter. The engine barked to a start and Caine set off to find his target.