So here I was… Staring at this board with all sorts of blueprints and stuff like that. Really, I had no idea what the fuck I was doing or how I was going to commit the robbery. Okay, before I get ahead of myself, let me give you the rundown on what the hell I was going to robbing.
Going off the files and stuff I was given, I'm robbing one hundred thousand lien that a small branch of The Schnee Trustee was holding until it could be moved sometime at the end of the week, and it's currently Tuesday. Not entirely sure what month or year it is, but that's not my main concern (for now).
I mean, the bright side was all digital currency and stored on a hard drive that was in safety deposit box number 50. Did I mention it was also all being hidden from the government, or the fact it's blood money?… Probably should have said that in first place.
I'm not entirely sure on the last bit. Bain didn't include much else aside from that, and I'm not gonna question it, nor do I really want to because I'm stealing it.
Everything else aside from the main plan was already in order.
I looked to the top right of the board that had the equipment for the job.
Leader: Alex Mason (me)
AMCAR rifle (1)
Locomotive 12G shotgun (1)
Chimano 88 pistol (1)
ballistic vest (1)
Medical bag (1)
Flash drive
Handheld drill (1)
Hockey heat mask (1)
Crew member #1: Mr. F
GSPS 12G shotgun (1)
AP slugs (30)
Ballistic Vest (1)
Hockey heat mask (1)
Ammo Bag (2)
As you can see my new coworker wasn't fooling around and was packing some serious heat for a "small" job. Then again, I'm a little wet behind the ears when it comes to this sort of thing, so having someone with a bit more firepower is appreciated.
Moving on to the expected police response… It's laughable to say the least. To the bottom right was the expected response from the police: it seems people have become too dependent on huntsmen and huntresses. That said, police have become underfunded and underequipped to deal with the current crimes. I wonder how they'll feel after the ass-kicking I'll give them.
Difficulty: Normal
Huntsmen/Huntress response: Depending on the situation
Police response: First responders and SWAT
First Responders Equipment:
.32 dust revolvers
9mm dust pistols
Tier One ballistic vests
Note from Bain: With little funding, their weapons are second-hand and are likely to malfunction. Their vests are their only new equipment; however, they can't stop anything.
SWAT equipment:
9mm pistols
MP5 submachine guns
Tier Two ballistic vests
Notes from Bain: Slightly better trained and slightly better equipment than regular police. However, they also suffer from lack of funding and have second-hand weapons.
Guess I'm gonna end up slaughtering police officers left and right, but I get the feeling after this they may get better funding and equipment. I might be doing them a favor really. Okay, so that covers some of the basics and whatnot. Now for the actual plan that I'm trying to form.
I get the feeling if I had something to drink, this would be a lot easier. Maybe after this I'll buy some ginger ale or something like that to celebrate my first robbery… Maybe. Who knows. Anyways, I'm getting off task, so let's get to it.
The bank is a rather small one: it's in a store plaza and measures roughly 1,900 square feet–nothing to write home about. So, this brings up all sorts of problems and complications. The main one is civilians and how crowded the place could potentially. The good thing? Well, said plaza is near the road, and I have a nearly endless supply of hostages. Granted, I can always fight my way through the police, and I know for a fact I have the firepower, but I'm pretty certain that slaughtering an entire department is going to bring some serious heat.
Police? Sure, I can take them on given by their lack of, well… Everything. Hunters? I'm fucked. There's also the fact I've never killed anyone or fired a firearm. However, I get the feeling that the Gamer ability is going to take care of that… Hopefully… I really want that ginger ale…
Why couldn't I just be a farmer or something like that? You know what I mean? Why couldn't I just be dropped off on a plot of land, or some dead relative leave me the deed to their land? Then again, a Gamer story about a farmer on Remnant doesn't sound very interesting… Or does it? Fuck it. In a different timeline, that might have happened to me or I would do what every other gamer has done: gone to Beacon, met all the main characters, and done all sorts of things. Me? Nah, I'm different. Instead of that, I was given the skills to go a fuck shit up and get rich.
That's another thing. Not many (if at all) gamer stories have ever touched up on the subject on what it would be like if the gamer was on the other side of the law. Maybe I'm putting way too much thought into it… I should get to the task on hand.
So, what did I come up with so far?
Well, it's a really straightforward plan:
Step one: Rush into the bank, get everyone down, and shootout the cameras.
Step two: Collect all the phones, jewelry, and so on from the civilians.
Step three: Connect the flash drive to the main computer and have Bain hack into the system, opening up the vault.
Step four: Trash the servers, getting rid of any footage the cameras make have caught.
Step five: Drill open the safety deposit box and collect the hard drive.
Step six: Get the fuck out.
The plan needs to be tweaked along with some other stuff, but this is what I had for the time being. Right now, the blueprints had a few markings, such as where we would go through (front door obviously), where the vault was (to the left of the bank teller desk), and last but certainly not least where manager's office was.
What's so important about it, you ask? Well, in this particular bank, this controlled the vault. Every day the vault opens around 8:00 am and closes at 4:50 pm, ten minutes before the bank does. However due to computer and programming difficulties, the vault was closed all this week, which is actually a lie, but I digress.
So, I more or less had a rough idea on what I was doing. I could probably interrogate the manager and have them open the vault; more than likely, they were weak minded and could be easily "persuaded." And if not… Well, I'm not above killing a few civilians.
Even if Bain yells at me and deducts payment from me, getting the hard drive is what is important, and I'll get it, regardless of the cost.
You know what? Maybe after this I'll just stop and live on a farm or something… Nah, fuck that shit.
After being satisfied, I left the planning room and did stuff.
TIME SKIP!
2 DAYS LATER
What have I done for the past two days? Shoot at empty soda cans I picked up from the street.
Sad? Yes, but on the bright side, my shooting level went up four levels and is now level six.
Bad news? It's time to rob a bank, and the plan hasn't changed at all! We're so fucked.
Now I'm sitting on a used leather couch with a duffle bag next to my feet.
Bain had sent someone to drop this off for me. Inside was a suit and probably was a very expensive suit, given it was bullet resistant.
Two-Piece Suit:
Your typical fancy suit. Good for formal parties, weddings, funerals, and even robbing a bank. Gotta look good while doing it, am I right?
Offers 20 Armor once your Main Armor is gone.
[Your observation skill went from 6 to 7]
I let out a small sigh as a corn horn went off in the front of the cleaners.
I stepped out of the back room and went towards the front to see a van with the side door opened up.
'No going back' I thought to myself as I made my way towards the door and left the cleaners. As per, usual a notification was in my face.
No going back! Are you ready?
Was I ready? Hell no, but I've come this far and know too much to go back and live normally. Even then, I wouldn't be sure I could since I really didn't have many skills or anything for that matter.
I took a deep breath and let it out before entering the van.
The notification went away and across from me was a dark man with the hockey heat mask and a black two-piece that was underneath a ballistic vest. He had the pump action shotgun in his lap, a few shotgun shells in some breast pocket, and an ammo bag next to his feet.
"On this heist, you're the boss. Give the order and I'll follow it," he stated coldly before tossing an earpiece to me. He sounded a bit of mix of German and Irish. Maybe, but (not to sound racist) he didn't exactly have the skin tone. What do I know?
More than likely, he was from Atlas. After all German and Ireland didn't exist in this world… Doesn't mean that the accents don't.
Anyways I geared up normally. What do I mean? I put on the gear in front of him and manually. No using the Gamer screen and whatnot. It would be difficult to explain to him. I pounded my chest and felt my knuckles hit against the Kevlar and the metal plating. As the van drove to the bank, I explained to him the plan (or rather, the poor excuse for one).
As I finished, he didn't say anything for a few brief moments, and when he did–well, he gently put it that it sucked. "I can see why he sent me to assist you with this… It's easy to see that you're new to this sort of thing… How old are you again?"
"Sixteen, my friend, and call me Rabbit… 'Boss' doesn't sit well with me," I simply stated as I pulled back the bolt on the rifle. Oddly enough, it felt natural to me… Maybe it's because of the Gamer ability.
Mr. F let out a small whistle followed by a light chuckle. "Wow… A young man who hasn't felt the warmth of a woman and could possibly be training or be in school with my daughter is leading me in a bank robbery… I must say I'm a little surprised and impressed. May I ask why you choose this life?"
That was actually a good question and one I haven't put much thought into. Sure, I was told I could rob banks, but I wasn't necessarily being forced to do it. I could have easily done what the other gamers before having done and gone to Beacon… But that's boring, no? Besides what's so good about following the herd? Other gamers have done nothing but go to Beacon, help the good guys, get the girl, and kill evil. Me? Why not say 'fuck all of that and get rich or die trying'?
Besides, who says I can't fuck with the bad guys while also fucking with the good guys. Huh, you know something? "Good guys" and "bad guys"… those are just fucking labels and nothing else. It's all a matter of perspective and whoever wins the war. As time will tell you, winners get to write history, but that's a topic for another day I suppose. I have a very bad habit of spacing out and going into deep thought since Mr. F cleared his throat, which brought me out of my current thought.
"You don't have to answer right away or ever if you don't want to."
I lightly shook my head and looked at him through my mask. "It's not that… It's… Well, it's just I haven't given it that much thought. Really, it's my own greed and sense of adventure that's driving me… or childhood fantasy… "
He blinks at me a couple of times before letting out a loud laugh. "Kid, you're something else, and I respect that, but don't get me or yourself killed. My advice is to get out and enjoy life. You're young after all, and besides, don't you have parents?"
I spat on the van floor and started to speak in a pissed off tone, "Those assholes? Kicked me out the house and gave me a one-way flight to Vale. Said they were sending me to my uncle's cleaners and that they never wanted to see me again. Turns out my uncle is dead, but he didn't leave me empty handed… How do you think I got in touch with him?"
He seemed to understand who I referring to (no shit) and seemed more or less satisfied with my answer. Hell, maybe he even understood what I felt.
[Remember, tell yourself a lie and eventually you'll start believing it.]
Seems the game likes to tell me things I already know.
A silence came between the two of us and it remained that way for the rest of the ride to the bank. Weird thing is that I never noticed that my HUD changed. Instead of my health and stuff, it changed to have two small portraits with our names and such next to them. Mine was the biggest and then his was next to mine.
[Sorry about that. Guess it slipped my mind that your HUD changes when you have a team with you… Whoops.]
Fucking hell… Wonder what else it's forgetting to tell me about.
[I swear this was the only thing I forgot to tell you about.]
Am I the only gamer who has this sort of interaction? Like, damn, this is a little odd and creepy, but fuck it. I think it's time to get rich since the van stopped moving.
Time to get rich… No going back… Right now, I'm just a man and his mask… I'm Rabbit… I'm not robbing the people; I'm robbing the government and Schnee family… Let's rock… " I banged my fist against the wall of the van and the side door opened. I quickly got out and Mr. F was closely following me into the bank.
Barely any civilians… I can feel my heart beating, but it quickly slowed down… Thank you.
Gamer body…
Few moments earlier
Meet five year-old Blue. Son of Mr. and Mrs. Miller, he's the youngest of three and currently in the bank with his mother as she was cashing her check. She told him that if he behaved, he would get ice cream as a treat for being a well-behaved little boy.
They stood in line as they waited for their turn. Three people were ahead of them and that meant three people that were blocking his tasty treat that he was looking forward to.
He nearly peed himself when he heard a something that sounded like thunder go off in the bank. He heard a man yell at his mother as they held a weird object and pointed at them to get on the ground.
His mother quickly went down and took poor Blue down with her. She covered him with her body and quietly sobbed as she told him to be brave.
Blue wouldn't understand what exactly happened until he was much older.
My POV
We rushed into the bank and Mr. F fired off his shotgun into a camera. I yelled for everyone to get on the ground as I pointed my rifle to a woman and her child.
Poor kid. After this, he might have nightmares and have to do therapy–maybe even take all sorts of medication–but that wasn't my problem. I was on the clock and had a limited amount of time before the police showed up. I knew for a fact that the gunshot didn't go unnoticed.
Dust rounds let out a sound that reminds me of those little fireworks you throw on the ground. You know the ones, right? The ones that let out a small pop and are fun to throw at your friends or to scare little kids or younger siblings.
Fun times… Simpler times… A time when I was innocent… How things changed.
More shots rang out as Mr. F fired at the two reaming cameras. As for me, I went to every person in the bank and collected their phones (scrolls in this case), wallets, jewelry, and all that good stuff. Once that was done, I dumped the scrolls into a trash can, removed the five-gallon water bottle from the water cooler and poured its contents into the trash can filled with useless scrolls.
Steps one and two were completed. Step three: connect the flash drive to the main computer and let Bain do his magic.
I made my way to the door of the manager's office. Maybe I could convince him to open up the vault and save us the trouble… Maybe I should just waste him… Regardless, I made a slight oversight… I completely forgot about him and he called the police. Rookie mistake. Live and learn I suppose.
"You guys have ninety seconds 'til the pigs show up! I managed to delay the call for a minute, but once the call reaches the police, they'll be here in thirty seconds. Chop, chop, guys!" Bain stated into our earpieces as I heard him typing on his keyboard.
"F, Keep the hostages in check! Make sure they don't do anything stupid," I commanded him as I lined up my rifle barrel to the door handle. A loud crack went off and the door swung open. Gunpowder sure is loud, and I guess these people never heard before since everyone except for me were covering their ears.
The manager was cowering behind his desk and looked ready to piss himself as I picked him up and slammed him to his chair. "Open the damn vault now!" I yelled at him as he looked ready to cry and beg for mercy.
"I can't! The system issues prevent me from opening it!" he explained as small tears started to form on his chunky face. I simply beat the shit out of him and even shoved a pen through his hand. He started to cry and wail out in pain.
"Forty seconds," I hear Bain state into my ear as I connected the flash drive into the manager's computer.
"Work your magic, Bain. F, how are the hostages?"
"All tied up with tape… You know, maybe next time we should bring cable ties? Would make things like this easier."
'Shit… I forgot about that… Wait, maybe I had some in my inventory… No… Too many people.'
Fuck it. As step three was being done, I should move onto step four.
As luck would have it, the servers were in the manager's office. I used the butt of my gun and smashed the servers to tiny pieces. Taking extra precautions, I unloaded an entire clip into what remained of the servers.
"The hack will be done in thirty seconds, but the pigs will be here soon enough. Dig in and get ready to hold them off! You've gotten this far; don't let me down!"
I simply nodded and looked at the manager who was slowly getting the pen out of his hand. I took my Chimano 88 pistol out of its holster and pressed it against his head. His eyes were wide and filled with tears and fear.
"Please, no! I'll do anything! Please don't kill me! I have a family and two beautiful children! I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING."
"I told you to open up the vault, and you didn't. I have no use for you," I coldly stated.
He was going to say something, but I never heard it as a loud boom sounded and a large hole was in the back of his head. The wall was splattered with blood and his body went limp. I felt a tightness in my chest and my throat became very dry all of sudden. I would have puked or even cried, but unfortunately–or fortunately, depending on your perspective–the Gamer's Body prevented that. Hell, it even got rid of the tightness and dryness.
Is this what it's like to be emotionless, how it's like to be able to kill without giving a fuck or having any repercussions? Was this gift–or curse–turning me into a monster, or was I turning myself into one?
Didn't have much time to think about since Bain took me out of my thoughts. "You okay, kid? I know it's heavy, taking a life, but you need to focus, okay? The police are here and right now it's do or die. If you get taken to jail, you'll get life behind bars. Take a few deep breaths and go on. The vault is opening right now."
Odd… He wasn't scolding me like he usually would in the game… Then again, in the life of a criminal, taking a civilian life wasn't uncommon.
I took a deep breath and took the flash drive off the computer before shutting the office door. Mr. F had the hostages all lying down on the floor with his shotgun pointed at them while making all sorts of threats.
I let out a small whistle and he looked at me. I threw him the small handheld drill that had a medium sized drill piece equipped.
"F, drill open the safety deposit box while I hold off the cops."
"Boss, wouldn't it be a better idea if I held them off? No offense, but I'm more experienced with this sort of thing," he bluntly stated as he continues to aim his shotgun at the hostages.
"None taken, but my rifle is more suited for medium to long ranges."
"We could always switch weapons, boss…"
"Just shut up and go drill open the box! "I angrily shouted at him as he was starting to slightly piss me off.
Giving me a slight nod, he went to the vault and started to look for the correct safety deposit box while I hid behind the clerk counter and steadied my AMCAR rifle. I slowed down my breathing and felt the trigger against my finger. There were about two or three police vehicles out there with about four officers; one had a partner while the others had none.
"Come out with your hands up! No one has to die today!"
I waited for one of them to show their fat little heads and eventually one did. All they showed was the top, but that's all I needed. I looked down the iron sights and steadied the rifle then gently squeezed the trigger. A loud crack followed by screaming from the hostages and police.
"Officer down! I repeat, officer down!" I heard one of the officers scream loudly. Foolishly they exposed themselves and I took another shot at them. I hit them square in the chest and watch them fall down onto the warm pavement, more than likely taking their final painful breaths as their fellow officers started to panic. SWAT team would be here any second and they would suffer the same fate. Maybe this will give the city a wakeup call it needed.
The two renaming officers grew a pair and fired their pitiful weapons at me. One missed while another hit me in the chest, causing me to slightly stumble back. A small pain came and went quickly. It seems the round did thirty damage–my armor was down to 170 out of 200. It seems the 9mm was the one to hit me. It's a shame the officer wouldn't get another chance as I quickly fired back at them. One of the officers took two shots to the chest and fell back. He was dying, that much was clear since he was screaming and crying for his dead mother.
There was one thing I never understood: did it matter what part of the body I hit them? More than likely, it did, and since the AMCAR rifle isn't the best, it would make sense I suppose. Then again, it probably applies to me as well. I think with my "game" more or less operates a bit more realistic. If I, or anyone else, got shot in the head or in the right place, it wouldn't matter how much health we had: take out the brain and you take out the rest of the person. Maybe they game needed to be reworked or something… Who knows… All that matters is the money I'll make… Yeah… I'll keep telling myself that.
The last remaining officer thankfully had enough smarts to hide behind his vehicle as I saw to vans pull up to the scene. It was the SWAT team, and I guess because of budget cuts, they had to make do with what they could. They had regular delivery vans and none of that bullet resistant vans the SWAT teams on Earth did. Really, all the vans are giant targets filled with enemies. I held down the trigger until I heard a click coming from the rifle.
One of the vans was filled with bullet holes and the back slightly opened to reveal a body falling out covered in holes. It seems the bastard got lucky and got a quick death since he had a huge hole in where his left eye used to be. Everyone else in the van was dying and slowly bleeding out. Their fellow officers couldn't do a damned thing unless they wanted to risk dying themselves. I could see the remaining officer from the first responders aiming down his revolver and attempting to shoot me.
I ejected the magazine and heard it hit the floor. I reached into my vest and pulled out a fresh one. I jammed it into my rifle and pulled back the bolt before taking aim. I was about to radio Mr. F, but he came out of the vault and carefully but quickly made his way to me.
"I've got the hard drive boss," he said excitedly.
I smiled behind my mask. "Hear that, Bain? Half the job is done. Now what?"
"Van will be there in thirty seconds. Clear the area of the remaining police. By the time backup shows up, they'll be long dead, and you'll be gone and rich."
I gave Mr. F a small nod and took another deep breath. "Ready?"
"When you are, boss."
Before I could move, two rounds hit my vest, sending me to the ground and giving me large amounts of pain. I heard Mr. F's shotgun go off along with a few yells of "Get on the ground!"
While we were occupied chatting with each other, the remaining officers took the chance to attack us and get into the bank. I could hear a small firefight going on the bank. The pain was now gone, and my armor was now down to 110 out of 200.
It got quiet… too quiet, and I wasn't sure who won. I got my answer soon enough as Mr. F gently tapped me with his foot. "Rabbit? You okay?"
"What do you think?" I stated as I got up.
Before he could respond to me the oh so lovable Bain spoke to us. "Guys the van is here! Hurry up and get out!"
True to his word, the van showed up and we sprinted out of the bank and got into the van. I could hear more sirens coming, but we would be long gone before they got here.
The van sped off and the hard part was done. I couldn't help but laugh loudly and realized that I crossed the line and couldn't turn back.
30 minutes later
The driver was a professional and had their route planned out. Before we made it back to the safe house, we switched vehicles and a different person took the van we used and did who knows what with it.
I finally got a good look at Mr. F. He had green eyes, jet black hair, and a small patch of stubble forming. Guess he did the same thing to me and examined my face. We both made eye contact and then turned away from each other.
The ride to my safe house was quiet and I particularly enjoyed it. Nonetheless, once we reached the cleaners, I got out of the vehicle and grabbed my duffle bag. Mr. F rolled down his window. "The money will be wired to your account once Bain gets through the encryption. Pleasure working with you, my friend. If you need my assistance with any other job, have Bain contact me."
The vehicle left, and I went inside the cleaners.
The job hadn't taken as long as I thought it would. More than likely, it was late afternoon and I had all sorts of spare time to do whatever I pleased. I stood in the front section of the cleaners for a few moments only to interrupted by a notification.
Heist completed!
Calculating experience points!
The title the rookie has taken affect for maximum experience points and reputation!
Eight kills = 400 Experience points
Seven officer kills = 1,000 reputation points
Civilian kills = minus 300 experience points
Heist completion = 700 experience points and 3,000 reputation points
[Your level went from 2 to level 3!]
[Your level went from 3 to level 4!]
[Your reputation went from 0 to 1!]
[Your reputation went from 1 to 2!]
It would seem killing the manager took a good portion from my experience points. What's done is done. I suppose.
[Two skill points are available to you!]
[Two stat points available to use!]
[After crew cuts and expenses, 43,245 lien are available to you!]
[Crew cut and expenses report]
{Bain's cut–10% = 10,000}
{Mr. F's cut–50% = 45,000}
{Civilian death cleanup–1% = 450}
{ammunition cost–.9% = 405}
{new vest cost–2% = 900}
Well, at least cleaning up the civilian body wasn't as expensive as I thought it would be. Wonder what the 450 lien went to… Sure as hell wasn't going to a funeral… Unless they're dirt cheap here… Meh, not my concern.
[So, uhh… I forgot about something else… There's some people from upstairs and downstairs that want to see you… if you get what I mean.]
What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I simply shrugged it off before heading towards the backroom and a light flicked on, revealing two people in suits. One was a female with a bright white suit. She had a nice hourglass figure very light blue eyes, dirty blonde hair–easy on the eyes, I might say. The second individual was a man in a black two-piece suit, pitch black eyes, and jet-black hair.
"About time you showed up you," the man said as I slowly processed what the fuck was going on.
"Yes, and it seems I've won our bet. Pay up." If I'm being honest, her voice was very soothing and made me wanted to fall asleep.
The man in the suit tossed her a weird object. "We should hurry up before you put him to sleep."
"Do I bore you, Mr. Mason? Terrible sorry if I do," she said a bit sadly and I shook my head.
"Not that… Well, it's just your voice is rather soothing that I want to fall asleep."
She softly chuckles, and the guy rolled his eyes. "Moving on to business. I assume that you know why we're here."
"Can't say that I do, and I would offer you two something to drink, but I'm afraid I haven't had time to stock up."
"That's quite alright. We'll be here for a few brief moments," he stated as checked his watch.
I raised my eyebrow at him. "What's so damn important, and who the bloody hell are you two?"
The woman gave me a sweet smile. "We help run the game."
"Oh, stop beating around the bush, lady. Look, kid, we're just here to correct a few errors and adjust a few things here and there," the man said, clearly annoyed with the female.
I once again raised my eyebrow at them, wondering what exactly they're talking about. "Correcting what exactly?"
"Just some simple stuff, such as your HUD and some other things you don't need to know about. Just hold still and we'll be done soon enough." Before I could object or say anything else, the lady from before shoved her fist into my chest and so did the guy.
"You could have… bought me… dinner… first," I managed to say before everything faded to black.
Sometime later
"Fucking hell! "I yelled as I jolted up and held my chest. My chest felt like it was on fire, and I had a hard time catching my breath. I then proceeded to vomit up some black tar and whatever was in my stomach if anything at all.
[Talk about rough. You feeling alright?]
"Oh, fuck off, you piece of shit," I said to it before coughing up a storm and vomiting once again
[Talk about touchy. Anyways some things have been rebalanced, changed and whatnot]
Everyone (yes, you as well) now only have somewhere in between 100 to 200 health, depending on body condition.
The only things that can increase are Aura and Body Armor.
Body armor take some of the brunt force, but not all of it. In other words, you can get hurt still, but only slightly
Where and what you hit matters. You won't survive a headshot from a rifle or knife, but you can survive it (possibly) to the chest (if they don't hit important stuff).
Some wounds will take longer to heal than others. For example, a bruise will take a few moments to heal, but a broken arm would take a few days. While you can heal faster compared to regular people, it will still take time instead of it being instant. This so you don't be a fucking idiot.
The max level cap is 100 instead of 50. Stats can only go up to 25 and you get Stat points every two levels
Police get a buff in equipment and training. Blame yourself for this.
While you don't get hungry, thirsty, or tired as quickly as the rest of people, you still need to eat, drink, and sleep. There should be a meter on your new status menu.
Small fixes.
That's everything they did for now. I wonder if that's everything or if it's forgetting something again.
I swear that's everything.
Yeah, whatever… Anyways, let's see if anything has changed.
I guess whatever; they were had the decency to tuck me into bed since I don't recall being in bed. I checked everything, and everything was the same. The only thing different is that I had a few messages on my Samsung from Bain and some other unknown numbers. I clicked on his message and read it.
Message one:
[When you get a chance look at your laptop. I have a job for you that might interest you. Granted, some other people have heard about your recent job and are looking to hire you as well.
- Bain]
Message two:
[Bain gave me your number. Said that the current hit in the Schnee Trustee Bank was you and I'm looking for new talent. Call the scroll number (555-020-4303) if you need some work. My client always has something to be done.
- Number unknown]
Message three:
[It's Mr. F. Seeing as we're not dead, behind bars, and 45,000 lein richer, I've decided to be on call if you ever need an extra crew member or some muscle–provided you make worth my time.
- Number unknown]
I let out a small yawn and tossed my phone to the side before going over to the scale and put enough weight to tip it down. The trap door opened, and I went downstairs to see what Bain had to offer me.
A couple of clicks and a few typed up things and I was looking at the message he sent me. It turns out I was also knocked out for an entire day.
[Message from: Bain
Subject: Poker Night
Hope you have a good poker face and can handle snobby rich people. This is more of a scouting job for something much further down the road, but you can always win a little extra money. A guy I know managed buy an invitation to Mr. Schnee's weekly poker game. Buy-in fee is ten thousand lein, but I've heard that the pot can go into the millions. With your recent job, I know you can pay the fee and if you're lucky enough make more money.
- Bain]
[Accept]
[Decline]
You know what? Fuck it I'm in. Besides, it's a little gambling and some poker. What's the worst thing that can happen? I clicked "accept" and got a response immediately.
[Your flight leaves in four hours and your ride will arrive in ten minutes. Don't worry, I got you a little something for the occasion]
Well then… Guess it's poker night.