Chapter 2: Along the Road... To El Tramlawo

Jensen decided 'fuck that' and quick loaded right before he walked into Sarif Industries. "I guess I better get going." Jensen monotoned and began walking towards an alleyway. A rusty nailed shut building caught his attention so he pushed 'E' on it. The supposedly nailed shut door opened like it was brand new, revealing a Super Walmart(R). -TRANSMITING- "OH GOODIE DIA Dalei!" Screamed Malik. She was a lesbian, and like all lesbians, she loved Walmart. "JENSEN! BUY ME SHIT OKAY?" A "S1" Marker appeared on Jensen's Vizard shades. Jensen went to the weapons section first. It was ghetto, run down, and looked how the place with the rusty door was supposed to look like, not a damn Super Walmart(R). "YEAH RIGHT!" A ratso-looking heathen sat in a small GoKart, finishing off someone using a Skeleton Bowling Bomb. He turned to Jensen. "Neeeaaa." He huffed some weed. "Sorry bout' dat. The little punk miser tried to leave wit'out payin'." Ratso jourseyed. "I'm looking for-" options to finish Jensen's sentence popped up. "Someone with a birthday wish", "Weapons", "Lesbian Guru Advice", "Porn".