>>25717468
Scoff at him.

>>25717468
Scoff for sure. Best option

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>>25717468
>Attack. Dropkick that particular teammate out of a different window on the 83rd floor of a skyscraper.

Argue, then he feels bad about being unspecific in his instruction, and realizes he is the one in the wrong.

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>>25717516
Ooh, yes, lets go rogue.

>>25717486
>>25717500
>Scoff. “And who’s going to alert security? Only guy on the floor is dead.”

She looks at you incredulously, then points up.

As if on cue, the alarms go off.

“You forgot about the cameras, dipshit.” She sighs, and turns back to the monitor.

“Cover the door with Face. And try to catch a few bullets with your face while you’re at it.”

“Love you too, Twitch.” You wink at the female hacker, and catch the rifle Face throws at you.

“Ready to earn that paycheck?” He says, and you grin back.

“Let’s do it!” You rack the rifle slide, and dive for cover as the security barges in. Quick as a flash, your rifle fires, dropping the guards neatly.

You turn back to the hacker, and put on your best smile. “So, Twitch, I was thinkin-“

“No.” She interrupts, well aware of the conversation that’s going to happen.

“But I haven’t even-“

“I’m busy. My cousin has his Bar Mitzvah that day.”

You turn back the door, and shoot the guard trying to sneak up on you. “What day?”

“Whatever day you plan on asking me out.”

You sigh, exasperated, and drop a few more guards as they tumble through the door. “Are you even jewish?”

“She put up with just so she can get paid. I reckon that’s close enough.” Face yells from the opposite door.

You turn to say some smart-ass remark, but Twitch interrupts you.

“Alright! I got the data. And now, we’ve got to get out of here.” She looks at you.

“You’re responsible for this part. How are we getting out of here?”

You ask for:
>Your grenade launcher. You plan on fighting your way out.
>The grappling gun. Fastest way to the bottom floor is straight down.
>Her to get to cover, because you plan on hijacking the VTOL security will eventually throw at you.

>>25717676
>Her to get to cover, because you plan on hijacking the VTOL security will eventually throw at you
This.

>>25717676
We gonna hijack some motherfucking VTOL

>>25717676
>Her to get to cover, because you plan on hijacking the VTOL security will eventually throw at you.

So, we 80's action movie protagonist?

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>>25717676

>hijack the VTOL

We pink mohawk now.

>>25717676
Hijack that motherfucking VTOL by running out the window and jumping on it!

>>25717676
How exactly do we hijack the VTOL?

Wait, if it's a lady piloting we could jump on it, give her our phone number, and she'd HAVE to open the cockpit to accept

>Her to get to cover, because you plan on hijacking the VTOL security will eventually throw at you.

“Get to cover.”

“What?”

“Yeah, me and Face have this all planned out. See, Pentacorp regulations usually have them use VTOLS if there is trouble on higher floors of a building.”

“So we’re going to wait for the lull when they call in the VTOL, and book it?”

Face starts to get nervous. “Well, not exactly…”

She turns to Face. “Wait, what are we going to do?”

You and Face look at each other.

“Umm…”
-5 Minutes Later-“

Security cops are pouring in through the doors like it’s free donut day, but that isn’t what you’re afraid of. No, you’re afraid of the angry hacker pouting next to you.

“This is the worst idea you’ve come up with.” She mutters, crouched behind an office desk.

“Worst so far.” You say dismissively.

“Here it comes!” Face roars, his gun firing with redoubled fury,

Outside, you can hear the roar of a VTOL, and it hovers up, machine gun
ready. The loudspeaker on it clicks on, and the pilot starts to speak.
“SURRENDER NOW. OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO TERMINATE YOU.”

Well, it’s now or never. Tying a rope around your waist, you yell at your team.

“Everyone ready?”

“Wha-“ Twitch gasps, but you interrupt her.

“Okay, let’s go!” You toss a grenade at the entrance you were covering, and quickly turn to the window. Whipping out your revolver, you dash at the window while firing, and throw yourself at it, shattering the glass. You exit, 83 stories above the ground, and for a brief moment, it feels like you’re flying. Then gravity takes over, and your descent begins. Your hand shoots up and grabs the ledge of the VTOL, throwing it off balance. Scrambling into it, the pilot is flustered by your sudden appearance. Oh.

She’s a female pilot. You:

>Flirt. “So, do you come here often?”
>Fight. “Let’s tango.”
>Ignore. “Don’t mind me. Just going to hijack this thing.”

>>25717884

Flirt.

>>25717884
Flirt.

>>25717884
>Flirt. “So, do you come here often?”
"My number is <fake 555 number>, call me up some time"

>>25717884
Flirt

>>25717884
Flirt

>>25717884

Can't be a jerkbag without random flirting.

>Flirt

No doubt surprised by your daring and dangerous maneuver, she stands there, dumbstruck as you stand up, your coat flapping in the wind. You flash her a smile and stride up.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” She says back.

“So do you come here often?” You ask.

“I…err…”

“You know, there’s a great Tapas bar around the corner. We should go sometime.” As you lean in, staring at the pilot, you suddenly hear your teammates yelling at you.

“Hurry up! We haven’t got all day.”

You ignore them.

“So whaddaya say?”

The pilot is clearly flustered. “Well, I would love to g-I mean I can’t but….Umm…See, yes?” She stammers.

You beam, and smile. “Great! My number is 5865559898! Call me!” You pull the eject button, and watch as she goes flying. Opening up a comm channel with Face and Twitch, you tell them to get ready, and pull the VTOL near them, machine gun occasionally firing to ward off attackers. As they clamber in, you pull up, and off into the sky.

>>25718140
“So, I was thinking drinks after this?” You say, sticking to the routine.
Face agrees like always, and Twitch shakes her head like always. As the data is wired over to your anonymous buyer, the three of you drop off in the slums of the city and escape into its depths, lost in the myriad alleys and streets. Not bad for another day.

At the bar, you and Face slam back drinks, and slap each other on the back.

“Did you see me with the VTOL?” You boast, and he starts laughing.

“It was crazy, man! Seriously!” Face grins. You take in the moment, and find yourself smiling at some blonde across the bar. She smiles back, but Face nudges you, drawing your attention..

Say, what do we have next?” Face responds, suddenly sobering up.

“Oh man, we have to talk to Twitch about that one. Twitch?” Thumbing your commlink, her face pops up on the screen.

“You’re late again.”

“Only fashionably.” As she sighs, you look around the bar. There’s a few drunks, some guys playing pool, that Tapas Bar…

Huh. Is that the pilot from earlier? Holy crap. She’s actually going.

You:
>Listen to Twitch talk about the mission.
>Ignore her, and flirt with the blonde.
>Go to that Tapas Bar and meet that pilot.

>>25718150
>Go to that Tapas Bar and meet that pilot.
Oh wow. make sure face acts as our wingman for this

>>25718150
>Listen to Twitch

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>>25718150
Go to the Tapas Bar and meet the pilot.

>>25718150
Pilot and Tapas. Can't be a trap, seriously.

>>25718180
>>25718181
>>25718212
>Go to that Tapas Bar and meet that pilot.
You nudge Face and point outside the window to the Tapas Bar, where the pilot sits all alone.
He looks at you in disbelief, then looks back out.

“Go.” He mouths, pointing his head.

Throwing down some liquid courage, you stride across the street and into the bar. Walking in, you notice she doesn’t look half bad in a dress. Brown hair, up in an elegant bun, she could be pretty were in not for the awkward air around her. She’s probably not used to places, or dates for that matter.

“You never called.” You say, strutting up behind her.

She turns around, and breathes a sigh of relief.

“You actually came!” She grins, and offers you a drink.

“Your number wasn’t working, so I figured I’d just wait for you. Just in case.”

“And If I didn’t arrive?” You probe, looking inquisitively.

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I‘ve gotten stood up.” She sighs, eyes cast downward.

“What, pretty girl like you? I couldn’t imagine.” You smile, trying to make her feel comfortable.

“You don’t know many pilots, do you, Mr…”

She leaves the sentence hanging, waiting for an answer.
You say:
>[Name Here]
>[Don't Care, Move on with the story]
(Pick a name, highest roll wins, or one I really like. Or I can just move on with the story.)

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>>25718377
>[Name Here]
Adam Rand

and what do we roll?

>>25718401
d100, sorry.

Rolled 31

>>25718377
Skevijipak

>>25718377
Ethan Greaves.
It's an alias, obviously.

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>>25718415
Forgot the roll.

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>>25718401

Holy shit somebody archive this shit pls

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>>25718500
>implying quest threads arent always archived

/tg/ has its own archives bro

>>25718415
>>25718423
>"Ethan Greaves."

“And what is it you do, exactly, Mister Greaves? Besides dropkicking people and and jumping into flying vehicles?”

“Well, you could say I’m a gunman. Thief. Freelancer. Pretty much, you pay me to get something done, and it gets done.”

“And you invited me here to take me a way from my boring, humdrum life?”

“Not all at all. I was just hoping to take you to bed.”

She stares at you, struck by your forwardness. “I can’t tell whether that was brave or just stupid.”

“Does it matter?” You say, staring her right in the eyes. Your stares meet, and for a moment, nothing.

Then a spark.

-30 Minutes Later-

The door to her apartment opens and she giggles as she pulls you inside. She throws you on the bed, and starts to take off her dress. You sit back, watching the show…

Then her commlink buzzes. She groans and picks it up, and goes outside the room, talking indistinctly. You take it in, and look around the bedroom. Decorations are sparse, and only a few family photos dot the walls.

She storms back in, throwing the commlink on a chair and starts rummaging through her bag.

“Sorry, that was my boss. He just wanted to make sure…I take you alive!”

She whips around, a taser held in her hands. Throwing yourself to the side, the darts sink into the wall, buzzing with electricity.
You:
>Flee. These bitches be crazy.
>Disarm. Masochism isn’t really your thing.
>Comply. Maybe she likes to roleplay.

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>>25718636
>Comply for the kinky sex, duh.

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>>25718636
>Flee. These bitches be crazy.
CURSE YOU CAPTAIN COCKBLOCK

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>>25718636
Disarm.

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>>25718636
I cant decide, so I'll pick at random

>>25718636
Disarm her, knock her out, tie her up and leave a message on a mirror with her lipstick.

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>>25718721
Sounds like a plan.

>>25718721
I also suggest this.`

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>>25718721
This.
Also write that you'd like to meet her again, same place and time

Disarm, tie up, pretend we are going to ravish her then knock her out. "Just kidding. Call me." on the mirror in lipstick.

what should the message be?
"Had fun we should do this again sometime, how about Thursday the 28th at 6pm? Same place.
See you then,
Kisses - Ethan"

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>>25718817
Also, let's write "Ethan wuz here" on her butt

>>25718817
go for it

>>25718839
>not writing "7/10" on her butt

>>25718839
A proper Jerky thing to do.
Though I suggest on her lower back, similar to a tramp stamp.

>>25718850
This.

>>25718861
Oh man, we have got to find a permanent marker to do this with first though. No washing it off. We'll need to renew it every week or two...

>>25718885
So basically break into her apartment once a week just to mess with me?

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>>25718885
Hey man, we are a Jerk, not an asshole.

>>25718897
her*

>>25718897
>mess with me
>Me

Why are you trying to taze us, we just want some lovin

>>25718897
Nah, not seriously. But a permanent marker would be appropriately jerkish for trying to taze us.

>>25718721
>>25718817
>>25718839
As she attempts to reload the taser, you dash out of the room and duck behind the kitchen table, struggling to pull your pants back on.

“I thought we had something!”

“What are you talking about?” She yells, firing the taser again.

“Jeez, I thought you liked me! Everyone does!” Your reply, and dive into the kitchen, trying to avoid the electric darts.

“Are you insane?” She counters.

In response, you throw a pineapple at her. It conks her on the head, and you rush up, deftly kicking the taser out of her hand. Grabbing it in midair, you flip it around and fire, the darts embedding into her shoulder. As she collapses to the ground, letting out a soft groan, you sigh.

Bitches be crazy.

The next day, she wakes up, tied to the chair. On the mirror a message is written.
“"Had fun we should do this again sometime, how about Thursday the 28th at 6pm? Same place.
See you then,
Kisses - Ethan"

She drops her head, and her commlink starts to ring.

Her day is only about to get worse.

>>25718987
You, on the other hand, aren't having a great start either. In the back of the vehicle, Twitch is trying to fill your brain with all the mission details you missed.

“It’s Nise Corporation, and we’re going to go to the 127th floor to assassinate one of the directors. You’re going to-“

“Look, I got this. We always escape the hot spots, don’t we?”

“Only because I bail us out.” Twitch snaps. “Who do you think had to hack into the VTOL so you could fly it?

“No, no. What are you talking about? I flew that thing on manual. Ask Face.” You reply.

“AUGH. SCREW YOU AND YOUR EGO!” Twitch roars, shaking the van.

Your response?

“Yes, please.”

The slap on your face was worth it.

The car pulls up several blocks away from the Nise Tower.

“So, what’s the plan?” Face questions, and Twitch starts yelling.

“Don’t either one of you listen? It’s to-No. You know what? Since no one listens to me, how about you come up with the plan!”
Her finger jabs into your chest, and you smile.

“Oh no.” She realizes what she just said and stammers to take it back, but it’s too late.

In your best commanding voice, you begin.

“All right! We’re going to…”

>Sneak in through the back.
>Shoot our way in.
>Set up a sniper’s position from the opposite tower.
>Other plan.

>>25719000
>Set up a sniper’s position from the opposite tower.
surprise her with a sudden burst of competance

>>25719000
>Other
Do we still have that VTOL?
Can we crash that VTOL into the 127th floor and EXPLOSION?

>>25719000
>>Set up a sniper’s position from the opposite tower.
Let's be honest here, being a jerk is a lot of work. Sometimes you just have to set up on a rooftop, make Twitch watch for a shot you can take, and have a drinking party with Face for hours. We do our best shooting while drunk.

To unwind, you understand.

>>25719034
YES. DIRECTLY IN THE FUCKER'S FACE.

>>25719034
Oh man. That's awesome. Let's pack the entire thing with future-C4 too. I want to take out that entire floor, just to be sure.

>>25719000
>Sneak in through the back.
>Set up a sniper’s position from the opposite tower.
Blammo, one sniper, rest infiltrate, that way we have overwatch.

>>25719000
>Set up a sniper’s position from the opposite tower.
Specifically, in that safehouse we never told them about that contains little more than a fridge filled with some good liquor

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>>25719000
>>Other plan.
Alright, first we need to get a delivery man uniform somehow, and a large cardboard box.

>>25719075
This. Let's be professional, for once.
If things get sour, we'll drop the VTOL in.

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>>25719034
This.

>>25719034
This will probably never come up, but we need to contact the tapas bar when we're done and set it up so that if she does come back, one of the waiters gives her a pineapple with our winking face carved on it.

>>25719071
>>25719067
>>25719034
I dunno guys, that's pretty sweet, but perhaps we should just go with sniping? We don't want to draw too much heat, and mass murder could do that.

Plus, I personally love the thought of driving Twitch nuts by making this job go off without a hitch, then pointing it out EVERY SINGLE TIME she tries to argue with us in the future.

>>25719115
Yeah. Let's be ultra efficient and pro.
Besides, killing civilians cramps our style.

Guys. Best of both worlds.
We set up sniper point, and without telling Twitch, we have a bullet with a tracer.

So we shoot him.
and then when it fails to kill him because he's wearing a bulletproof vest or something, we crash the vtol right on his face, with the help of the tracer bullet.

That way, we can seem professional and then enjoy some jerky carnage

>>25719122
>Besides, killing civilians cramps our style.
Stop that. Bad. Don't make me get the /tg/ quest whiteknight spraybottle.

I think we should have the VTOL ready for a quick getaway on the rooftop, rather than suicide bombing a very fine bit of combat equipment for one mission. The thing probably costs more than the pay for the whole mission...

>>25719154
Aww yeah. I like that.

>>25719105
I also really like this plan. Can we get a massive cake to hide in and twitch in a sexy deliverywoman uniform?

>>25719167

Probably easily traceable a dozen ways. Safer to get rid of it.

I'm not advocating killing civilians, though. Your tremulous cries of whiteknighting aside, we're not so edgy that we need to draw more heat on ourselves for no good reason.

How about we get us and face delivered by twitch to the 127 floor,
and then gun our way in and VTOL our way out?

>>25719167
> whiteknighting
There's assassination, and there're terrorist acts.
I don't want our characters to get dumped by everyone because of an insane plan to drop a VTOL into a building.

>>25719225
It's a slippery slope, and the fact is the VIP is just another civilian too. We're a contract murderer at this point, and a jerk.

I personally agree that mass murdering a shit ton of people will bring too much heat and should be avoided, but just shying away from killing civvies period, because they are civvies? No.

>Set up a sniper's position on the other tower, and call in the VTOL. Just in case.

“That’s actually…reasonable.”

“Why? What was your plan?”

“Ehh….something else. Alright, let’s go.”

“Way ahead of you.” Picking of the briefcase containing the rifle, you grab the suit fresh from the dry cleaners and throw it on. Time for work.
You walk into the opposite tower, only to see…the elevator’s broken.

For once, you and Twitch agree on something.

“Shit.”

-A half hour later-

“Holy hell, how many floors does this thing have?” Twitch groans, unused to such a workout.

“SO much more than needed. Haven’t these people heard of outsourcing?” Face complains as well.

“That’s what they hire us for.” You pant, lugging the suitcase up the stairs.

Suddenly, you hear beeping.

“Oh fuck. Hurry!” Twitch yells. “He’s about to leave in a VTOL, and we’re going to miss the shot!”

The three of you charge up the stairs.

“Hey, Twitch, if you really did remote fly that thing, can you bring it here?”

“I swear to god, if you try to bomb him with it, I am going to kill you!”

“Maybe as a backup plan!” You jokingly say, and hit the rootftop door with your shoulder. As it slams open, you start setting up the rifle, passing Face the spotter’s scope. Twitch provides data detailing his location. As the director exits the tower, you slam the rifle into place, take aim, and pull the trigger.

300 meters away, the man’s head is reduced to the consistency of chunky salsa.

You grin, and hear the VTOL roar up behind you.

“That was quick, Twitch!”

“That’s not our VTOL.”

What? Fuck.

>>25719336
The machine guns on the VTOL roars to life, sending a rain of lead onto the top of the tower, cutting across the roof. Ducking behind a AC unit, you yell at Twitch.
“Can’t you remote control that thing?”

“It’ll take a few minutes.” She responds.
You look around, and decide to:
>Wait it out, and get into Your VTOL when it arrives.
>Jump off the roof, and crashland into another building.
>Try and fight the VTOL
>Other action.

>>25719351
We need to distract this one from Twitch and Face. Tell face to shoot at it whilst we run conspicuously and jump to a different roof so it starts chasing us instead of firing at twitch so she can concentrate better at hacking it.

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>>25719351
>Jump off the roof, and crashland into another building.
We action hero now!

>>25719351
Ask Face to check if the pilot is a certain blonde pilot, he still has the spotter scope.
If yes -- try to hijack it YET AGAIN.
If not, did we bring our grenade launcher?
If we, in fact, did bring our grenade launcher, then we start shooting.
If not, we should try to wait for our own VTOL.

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>>25719379
This.

>>25719351
Hmmm. You know, we jumped off a building and hijacked one VTOL already. We have a grappling gun, right? I'm sure there's something on the VTOL we can use to hook and get up there with. VTOL number 2, incoming perhaps?

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>>25719351
Throw the sniper rifle pieces at the cockpit.

If we jump off we leave Twitch and Face to die; we can't fight a VTOL; and waiting will only get us killed.

>>25719390
her hair was brown, but yes, we will grind her down until she team.

>>25719421
I'm stupid, sorry.

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>>25719351
Headshot the pilot after doing a 360 noscope.
We're a jerk, remember

>>25719417
Shooting a flying armored weapons platform with a grappling gun, hauling ourselves up onto it several hundred feet in the air, and then hijacking it for the second time within a week?

Fuck. Yes.

We are going to have a goddamned flotilla of VTOLs to run air support for us on missions before the month is out. We could even sell one on the black market.

>>25719438
that's not being a jerk. that's being a raging gigahomo.

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>>25719390
Rollin' for this.

>>25719379
>>25719406
“Can you see who’s piloting the vtol, Face?”

“Yeah, no problem. Let’s see. No.”

“No what.”

“Male pilot.”

“Ah. Cover Twitch, then.” You toss him the rifle.

“You got it.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I still won’t get drinks after this.” Twitch interjects.

“You brought it up, not me.” You reply, and you proceed to run before you catch her reply.
Your feet slap against in tarmac, and you wave your arms, getting the pilot’s attention. As he turns, you flip him the bird, and book it, just ahead of the gunfire at your feet. You reach the buildings edge, and jump, crashing into the tower’s roof below. Picking yourself up, you turn and fire a few quick shots at the VTOL.

It follows eagerly, and the gunfire rains all around you. You take cover, then suddenly, it stops.

“Hey, I’ve got the gun disabled, but we need to eliminate the pilot!” Twitch says over the comm feed.

“On it!” Pulling out the grappling gun, you shoot it into the VTOL, and rev it up. The reel pulls you towards the vehicle, and you fire several shots,breaking the cockpit window, followed by a flying kick to the pilot's face. As the pilot slumps over, your tug him out of the seat, and settle in. Turning the vehicle around, you see Face and Twitch surrounded by armed men. Their faces are worn and battered, and doesn’t seem like they’ll survive without assistance. The minigun isn’t accurate enough to use, and the situation seems bad.

You:
>Fly off. Time to cut your losses.
>Drop down, and engage the crowd.
>Crash the VTOl into them.
>Other.

>>25719633
comm link, "hey, twitch. Fire in the hole!" and crash this vtol between them and the armed men, leaping out in the final moments.

and then we go on the /other/ vtol.

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>>25719703
Sounds like a plan.

>>25719633
The minigun is not accurate enough to use if we want to avoid hitting our team. Unfortunately, we don't want to hit our team. We're a jerk, but they watch our back so we watch theirs.

However, the goons don't know that we give a shit.

Fire the minigun around the area. Into the building, over their heads, all over the place. It's amazing what massive amounts of bullets being fired in close proximity can do to scare people off.

Then swoop low and pick up Twitch and Face.

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>>25719633
>Use the VTOL's jet engines to roast the grunts

Wait. Don't we still have the sniper rifle?

And we now have a hovering sniping platform.

Just snipe the goons.

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>>25719795
Boring.

>>25719795
>implying they won't just shoot you, the VTOL, or your mates while you're playing cowadooty

>>25719724
This is the right choice of action.

>>25719812
>implying we give a fuck
We should throw some one-liner while we're at it.

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>>25719913
Being a coward isn't very jerk-like.
We need to do something dumb.
Like
>>25719750

>>25719703
>>25719712
>>25719724
You may be a dick, but at least you’re not an asshole. You open fire with the VTOL, strafing around the tower. You’re so focused on scaring them off, you don’t notice the guy with the rocket launcher. You notice only a moment to late. Too late to dodge, you jump out of the cockpit, elbow dropping onto one of the guards below. As the two of you hit the ground, you yank his body, using it for cover from the blast. The ensuing explosion takes out the rest, and as the smoke clears, you watch as the VTOL slowly comes to a stop, pieces of it scattered along the roof. You look over to Face and Twitch, who nod once, and slowly limp over. Your VTOL pulls up alongside the rooftop.

“Well, at least we’re alive.” Face says.

“Not for long.” An unknown voice interrupts, and you look around.

“It’s coming from my commlink!” Twitch exclaims, and holds it up.

A man whose face is pixelated out starts to talk on the screen.

“You see, you’ve become too much of a hassle for us to handle, Mr. Adam Rand. Your philosophy of explosions and gunfire is very difficult to clean up after. And, I for one, ahbor a mess. We can hire other operatives for half the price. We don’t need you. Or you. And definitely not you.” He says, pointing straight at Face. “Here at Odin Technologies, we strive for efficiency. Men like you, who clog up the works, must be removed. Farewell, loose ends.”

The comm channel suddenly closes, and the three of you, stand silent.

The VTOL whirrs to life.

“That wasn’t me.” Twitch enunciates, and suddenly, her and Face dive for cover. You:

>Stand dumbstruck. How could anyone betray you? You?
>Dive for cover. You need to stay alive.
>Attempt to destroy the VTOL. If he’s piloting it, it’ll send him a message.
>Other.

>>25720004
>Attempt to destroy the VTOL. If he’s piloting it, it’ll send him a message.

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>>25720016
This.

Guys. I suspect the whirring isn't the rotors, since the VTOL's already on.

It's the guns.

>>25720004
There was a guard with a rocket launcher around here. We should be able to roll and grab it pretty fast. We're betrayed, we're pissed, and we're about to be packing a rocket launcher that just took out a VTOL with one hit.

If that VTOL thinks it's about to gun us down, it's about to have a nasty shock. They cut us loose because we cause too much damage? They're about to see how much damage we can cause when we REALLY put our minds to it.

Rolled 97

>>25720038
First duck, send those two to safety, while we attempt to destroy the damn thing.

>>25720054
Honestly, if we're supposed to do really dumb things, we should try to destroy the VTOL by shooting a pistol or rifle aiming at the engine or pilot cabin or whatever rather than using rocket launcher. But then it would be suicidal and we'd die, unable to do more dumb things in the future.

>>25720107
>not shooting out the rotors
nigga do you even helicopter

>>25720107
We don't do dumb things, per-se. We do things we want to do. Sometimes they can be dumb. Other times, like with the sniper rifle, they are not.

There is a difference in being pissed off and fearless, facing down an armored car with a rocket launcher and only our enormous balls for cover -- and being a hurrdurr retard and doing the same with a pistol.

>>25720016
>>25720038
>>25720054
>>25720055
Cause damage? This is nothing for a fellow like you. As the guns whirr to life, you charge ahead, heedless of life or death. You scoop up the rocket launcher, slide underneath the wreckage of the previous VTOL, and aim it upwards, right at the VTOL’s Intake. You pull the trigger, and BOOM.

A fiery explosion rocks the air itself, and the shockwave shoves you to the ground. The VTOL crashes, and you stand, triumphantly.

“I know you can hear me, Mr. Odin Tech.”

“Yes?” Your commlink turns on, and you glare at his pixelated face. “Let me tell you something, pal. If I can cause this much damage mindlessly, imagne how much I can do when I put my mind to it. Do you really think I’m the type of guy who’ll give up? I’ll destroy buildings. Harm civilians. I don’t give a single shit for anyone except for myself. You can’t stop me.”

“But bullets can.”

Too late, you notice the red dot on your torso.

“Goodbye.”

You feel nothing.

Then a lance of pain shoots through your shoulder, tearing you apart, and you collapse lifelessly onto the ground. Twitch and Face say something, but you can’t quite hear it. The world is silent. You feel brief sensations. And put together a blurred memory. Twitch Tugging you. Face firing blindly with the rifle. Your body bumping down the staircase Loaded into a van. Something in your arm. Then it all speeds up, and you awake, panting.

The van is travelling along a highway at night, and you are sitting in the back, your right arm sporting a gaping hole. There’s some sort of medi-foam in there, but you know it’s only going to be a temporary fix.

Twitch and Face look at you.

“What now?”
>We need to run.
>We need to bring the chase to him.
>Other.

>>25720367
We need to get ourselves fixed up, then kill the bastard so he stops trying to kill us.
We probably COULD hide from him, but we're not pussies.

>>25720367
>We need to bring the chase to him.


Is this even a question?

Also, are we basically Archer Quest?

We need a new Johnson. One with a beef with Odin.

"First, I'm going to need a new arm. I'm thinking something high-tech, with a ton of weapons and explosives easily concealable. Then I think we're going to need about two hundred pounds of C4, a stolen police VTOL, and the coordinates of Odin HQ."

>>25720367
Let's get patched up. At the same time, have Twitch send an anonymous tip to every company we ever attacked that Odin stood behind it.
You know, just change the data a bit so that it can't be traced to us.

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>>25720367
This is precisely the time we need to get aug'd up and become an unstoppable transhuman jerk, looking for revenge!

>>25720483
>>25720502
Weaponized arm mind.

>>25720502
Make sure we keep our dangly bits all fleshy, though.

>>25720497
Oh my god this...

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>>25720502

We can build him.

>25720367

3. Other: We need to get AUGMENTED. Then bring the fight to him.

Rolled 76

>>25720497
Rolling.

>>25717468
Damn you, OP, I was going to start a cyberpunk quest today. But this'll do for now.

“You both know what I’m going to say.” They nod, and you continue.

“I’m going after him. The two of you can stay, or go. It doesn’t matter to me. You may have things you need to protect. But me? I’ve got a score I need to settle. Now.”

It is at this moment, you look at your arm. Shattered. Broken. You might need to get it fixed up first.

"But First, I'm going to need a new arm. I think we're going to need about two hundred pounds of C4, a stolen police VTOL, and the coordinates of Odin HQ."

“And where are we going to get the funds for all this?” Twitch asks, you roll your eyes.

“Someone out there has to hate Odin Technologies just as much as us. Find them, tell them what we’re doing, and have them give us a blank check.”

“And this plan is going to work?”

“My last one worked pretty well, Twitch.” You reply.

“Welcome back, then. Prick.” She says, whispering the last word.

You ignore it.
-A Few Days Later-

“We have a bite!” Face announces. You pick up your head, and look over.

“A representative of Marud Industries wants to meet us, and discuss the case. ”

“When?” Twitch asks.

“Whenever we’re available.” Face replies.

They look to you.

“That one Tapas Bar. 30 minutes from now.”

At the bar, your group arrived a little early, because you needed to take care of some business. As you’re talking to one of the waiters, you receive a message.

“I have arrived.”

Looking at the entrance, you see an average looking man in his twenties. He doesn’t look particularly special in any way.
He sits at the assigned booth, and Face and Twitch join him.

All that’s left is you.

You walk over, and hands are shook.

“I am am Broker-R of Marud Industries. I heard you needed some help with an aggressive takeover. Care to tell me about it?”

You take a breath and:
>Let Face sell the takeover as a great opportunity.
>Let Twitch discuss it with business parameters.
>Sell it yourself. [What do you say?]

Rolled 99

>>25720794
> Marud industries
Wait, Rbroker, did you run that cyberpunk boxer thread a while back? That one was awesome.
I just realized that.

Anyway, let Face do it. He could convince him that this is a great opportunity, while Twitch can just throw in numbers from time to time, giving him the business parameters.

Whatever we pick, I say we stay out of it. He doesn't need to know it's a revenge job.

I'm thinking Twitch.

>>25720794
>Let Face sell the takeover as a great opportunity.
We're a dick, but we're not stupid. This is what Face does, he's our face. I think. It would make sense, at least.

Twitch seems to be pretty hacky, supporty, techie, and plannie so far. All that's awesome, and she can pull up the stats Face needs to convince him, but Face is the one who needs to sell it.

We're the badass. We can talk when we want to, because our personality is amazing and so are we. In fact, we're God's gift to the world. But sometimes people have a hard time seeing that, and boy we need another arm. So just eye up all the cuties in the bar and maybe oogle Twitch while we leave the dealmaking to the others.

Rolled 32

>>25720882
This.

>a fun quest that ends in one session
you are everything that is good in this world

>>25720882
“Face. Tell him.”

Face makes the sale to the man, and Twitch provides occasional numbers along the way. You, on the other hand, simply stare around , acting uninterested in the conversation. Not too many people here on a workday. As you stare outside, watching the pedestrians on the streets, a familiar face catches your eye. The pilot, wearing the corporate uniform. As she walks in, you turn your head, resting it in the shadows of the bar, but keeping an eye on her. She sits at the bar, and seems lost in thought. Her eye drifts the crowd, but you stay hidden. Oh boy. The waiter is looking at you, a pineapple in his hand, but you wave him away.

“Something on your mind?” The Broker interrupts your thoughts, and you stare at him.

You:
>Ignore him. “Nothing.”
>Confront. “Are you done talking? I think you’ve heard all you need to know.
>Talk. “I know that pilot over there.”
>Flirt. Get up, and make conversation with the pilot.
>Harass. Steal her ID< and make sure she receives that pineapple.

>>25721110
>Harass. Steal her ID< and make sure she receives that pineapple.


BAD IDEAS, I AM THY MASTER

Rolled 9

>>25721110
Talk. Let's see if we can get her to join us in our quest.

>>25721110
Talk, but don't specifically say who. Just say we saw someone we know. We can go flirt with the pilot after we secure a new arm here.

>>25721161
>>25721197
I agree that we should go talk to the pilot and try to secure her for our enterprise. But we're a jerk, not a retard. You don't just get up and blow off an employer who is about to hire you and help you get revenge either.

Say that we have a meeting with another associate and that we're leaving the negotiations in the good hands of Face and Twitch. Then go flirt/recruit the pilot.

Win / maybe win solution.

Rolled 71

>>25721110
Have the waiter send the pineapple over to the pilot!

>>25721234
Agreed. Let's not risk this job because of her.
First, get Broker. Then get the pilot.

No pineapple, guys. Well, maybe. Okay, fine, let's use it as an icebreaker. Things are probably pretty awkward right now and we can use it as a joke. But let's only be arrogant, selfish, and self-righteous when we try to flirt with her and bring her onto the team rather than a complete dickhole.

>>25721234
Pretty much.

Pineapple AWAY

Rolled 57

>>25721110
>Harass. Steal her ID< and make sure she receives that pineapple.

>>25721161
>>25721197
>>25721234
“Just saw someone I know.”

“Hmm.” The man ponders for a moment and then gets up from the table. “I think I’ve heard enough. You are going to take on a corporation with just 3 people and a blank check? Good luck.” The man speaks in a even, neutral tone, and starts walking away. Face starts to rise, but Twitch grabs his shoulder and pulls him back down.

“He left his briefcase.” She says, and points across the table.

She’s right. The man’s briefcase is sitting there, the latches unlocked. As Face pulls it onto the counter he opens it up and peeks inside. He then slams it shut and looks around. Once
more, very slowly, he opens it up.

The suitcase is filled to the brim with money.

“Think that’s enough? He whispers, and you nod.

Now, to secure a pilot.

You walk over to her, and sit down.

“Hi there.”

She seems taken aback by your appearance,

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Are you kidding me? I’m the one who told you about this place.” You say.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble you got me in?” She whispers. “I’m pretty close to losing my job because of you!”

“Well, who couldn’t capture me, and who let their VTOL get hijacked? You can’t always blame other people.”

“I can certainly blame you. I’m going to bring you in, and that’ll give me back my life.”

“Really? After I took the trouble of bringing a gift.” You wave the waiter over, and she turns away, then back to you.

“If you want help with anything, I’m afraid I won’t provide it. I took this job to catch criminals, not some arrogant freelancer.”

>>25721477

“Well, aren’t you just a lttle ray of sunshine.” You say mockingly. “You’ll see why I do what I do. Eventually.”
With that, the waiter places a pineapple on the table and starts to carve it. As her attention is drawn, you unclip her ID from her back pocket, and walk out the door.
A few seconds later, a pineapple with your glamorous face is thrown out as well.
You meet up with Face and Twitch.

“What’s that all about?”

“Securing the VTOL.” You reply. “Though, we should grab some drinks.”

Face voices his assent, but Twitch just turns away, annoyed.

“Alright, no drinks. We’ve got the money. What was the plan again?”

>Explosives. Blow up the tower to kingdom come.
>Surgical Strike. Buy infiltration gear, distraction teams, the whole shebang.
>Guns Blazing: Go in hard, fast, and spout one-liners.
>Other.

Rolled 66

>>25721497
Surgical strike. We need to get in, and have Twitch reveal all their operations to the world.
We'll do worse than blow them up. We'll bankrupt them.

>>25721497
Surgical Strike.

We've done explosions and flames and shit already. Let's pull mission impossible now.

Rolled 74

>>25721497
>Surgical Strike. Buy infiltration gear, distraction teams, the whole shebang.
Time for some tactical corporate espionage action

>>25721497
Explosives.

We need to blow a lot of things up.

Is this a one shot or a prolonged quest?

>>25721497
Surgical Strike. Go in, takeover an admin link, then drop their account into oblivion.

When they have no assets worth a damn and investors bail, they'll stop being a problem. Also, the brass is ruined for life with little chance to get their lifestyle back.

>>25721497
Surgical Strike followed by explosives.

Rolled 65

>>25721497
Surgical Strike, then escape with the VTOL

>>25721497
Why not all three?

Alternatively, surgical strike, plant a ton of explosives, and then call up that CEO to gloat before hitting the detonator.

>>25721497
>Surgical Strike. Buy infiltration gear, distraction teams, the whole shebang.
I know it's against our first instinct, but I think we should go with this. We have a corporate employee's ID... a security ID, at that. We can get Twitch in with it, and she can open up some doors for us. Then we can have a distraction team or two cause a fuss at the top of the tower. Maybe try to crash some VTOLs into it, that would be a fun distraction, and one they probably would prepare for with Anti-Air missiles.

Meanwhile, we're driving half a ton of C4 into their basement. Twitch splits off and hacks the mainframe and gets as much corp data as she can. Face can run cover for her while we are setting up the bomb. Then we all get out.

Special delivery, motherfuckers. With any luck we just made our name, forever, as the best attack-dogs in the industry and at the same time proved in a dramatic way that we can do more than just blow stuff up. Someone will be bound to pick us up after that.

>>25721619
This

It's a classic, and will provide maximum opportunity to be a smug jerk.

>>25721634
Never mind then, let's just do this without the tons of C4 part then since people seem to be backing down from the ideal of blowing up literally everything.

Oh, also, see about getting the absolute best and most illegal combat augs we can to replace our arm. They still need to be able to be concealed as normal bodyparts, though.

>>25721619
This
So much this

>>25721679
No no, I thought it was a good idea. Let's combine infiltration and gratuitous amounts of explosives.

>>25721497
Infiltration and then explosives.

Make sure the guy in charge catches on a few seconds before the detonation so we can see the look on his face.

>>25721634
Rofl the pilot didn't work for your former employer tho

>>25721840
Ah, well all that does is make it so that we have to get in via Face talking his way in with Twitch in tow, then Twitch opens the loading dock for our truck of boom and everything else is the same.

>>25721871
Or we buy an ID off a disgruntled and underpaid security guard. We certainly have the money.

>>25721539
>>25721544
>>25721562
>Surgical Strike

It’s a dark and dreary night in a city filled with secrets. You’ve brought enough people to occupy security, and you've even got a fancy robotic arm for all your troubles. As you sit in a VTOL at 10,000 feet, you look down and the lights of the city below. You can see the protest you staged, people yelling and harassing Odin Technologies for some perceived slight or the other.

Face looks at you. “Remember. We’re attacking separately. Twitch is going to stay with the vehicle, and I’m going to set up a router so she can attack the mainframe directly. That leaves you with the big boss. Ready?

You nod. That arm of yours has been raring for some action.

“Then let’s go.”

You jump out of the VTOL, parachute on your back, bag of explosives in hand and watch the distance measure on your HUD. When the height is right, you pull, and get jerked around for a moment as air fills the sheets. Steering your way towards the top of the building, you release your parachutes and land on the top of the tower.

“I’m in position.”

You see a movement in the night as Face lands on a lower level, and his voices confirmation as well. Time for work. Busting out the maglock sequencer, you put onto the door, and let it work its magic. Once it flashes green, the door swings open, and you step inside the building.

All is silent. As you work your way down, you notice the tower is nearly empty. Only a few absent-minded workers are left, all too busy to notice your presence. Your path through the tower is quick and speedy, as is Face’s and Twitch. The plan is going all to plan. Rounding the last corner, you quickly pull back.

Two guards in front of the man’s office.

They haven’t seen you yet. You decide to:

>Take them down loudly. Send a message to their boss.
>Silently subdue them, and slip in.
>Go around outside and sneak in a window.
Plant the explosives, and take him out from afar.
>Other.

>>25721941
silently subdue, slip inside, have dramatic conversation.

>>25721941
>That leaves you with the big boss
>>Big Boss

Welp, we're fucked

>Go around outside and sneak in a window.

Rolled 23

>>25721941
Quietly subdue them.

>>25721941
Go around and sneak in. Less trouble for Face

>>25721941
Shoot them both with the silenced weapon I am sure we brought.

Rolled 11

>>25721985
>>25721997
Silently subdue them and then return them to their normal positions as to not arouse suspicion.

>>25721985
>>25721997
>>25722018
>>25722051
>Subdue the guards, and sneak into the office.

You ready the silenced pistol, and crawl into the nearby vents. As they idly stand there, you drop in behind them. Taking one down with a shot to the torso, you quickly spin around the other man, and snap his neck. You stand in front of the door. All that’s left now is to go in. But maybe not through the door. Retreating, you go into an office nearby, and cut a hole in the windowpane. Stepping out onto the ledge, you drop down, hands clinging onto the two-inch ledge as you shimmy across to his office. Cutting a window away in a recessed area, the man at the desk doesn’t notice as you slip in. You’re so close now. As the man click-clacks away at his desk, you stand behind him and decide to:

>Make it slow. Torture, then kill him. Time for plenty of talking, and plenty of gloating.
>Fast. Dispatch of him before he even sees you.
>Poison. Hit him with a dose, and watch as he dies horribly a week later.
>Explosives. Strap a bomb to him, and throw him out the window.
>Height. Just drop him from the building and let him fall.

Rolled 53

>>25722228
Dropkick him through the window.

>>25722228
>Fast. Dispatch of him before he even sees you.
THEN we can toss him out the window

>>25722228
Poison. The situation is always... fluid. Once he is poisoned we can talk to him a bit with a gun pointed to his head, gloat, then knock him out and GTFO.

>>25722228
We're not here for some sick satisfaction, we're here to get back at the one that wronged us. Make it quick, simple. but showy.

Strap a bomb to him and drop kick him through the window. Then level the entire building, if possible.

>>25722283
Also, another reason I say poison is that we intend to kill him... but we might be interrupted by guards before we get done. Or he might be a killer cyborg, the man runs a huge megacorp after all. You never fucking know.

Better to hit him with something that will still kill him even if we have to get out of there fast. We can shoot him after we've talked some.

Rolled 74

>>25722228
Explosives! Sneak up behind him, tie his wrists, and strap a bomb to him. Set it to detonate in 30 seconds.

Then jump out the window and be caught by twitch in the VTOL while shouting:
>Smell ya later

>>25722228
Poison then Height

>>25722332
If he's a killer cyborg then poison won't work. Poison has the lowest success rate.

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>>25722370
Makes sense. I just mostly wanted to talk to him and gloat.

>>25722253
Seconding this.

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>>25722228
We all now how dramatic, slow killings always go.
And, unless we see him die, I guarantee that he will come back in one way or another and fuck our shit up.
Gloat a bit, then shoot him, after that we can kick his body out of the window, shoe C4 up his butt, what have you

...are we even sure this is the guy?

>>25722476
It does seem like it was too easy to get here.

>>25722253
>>25722270
>>25722283
>>25722319
>>25722332
>>25722348
You’re not some sick puppy who gets his thrills off of torturing a man. He just needs to know why he died. Readying the applicator patch, you, gently deposit it onto his neck. Then, you sneak around the desk.

“Knock knock.” Your cold is tone, and it makes the man look up from his work.

“Who…how…” He gasps, and he starts to back up.

“Ain’t nowhere to run pal.” You say, advancing ever so slowly.

“Wha-what do you want? I can give it to you! Money! Power just…”

You step back, and making a shooing gesture with your hands. “I’m not here to receive anything. I’m here to…GIVE!”

Your coil your legs and launch a dropkick at the man, sending him flying. The window behind him shatters, and as you hit the ground, you roll forward, grabbing a sticky grenade from your pocket, and throw it at the man. Your robotic arm launches it at lethal speeds, and it sends him through the broken window. As his momentum carries him away, you point at him with your finger.

“Bang.”

The grenade explodes, and his corpse tumbles down, hitting the ground with a faint thud.

>>25722700

“Face. I’m done.” You say. No response.

“Face? Twitch?” You thumb the receiver in your ear.

The screen hisses behind you, and comes to life.

Oh no.

A man in a plush leather chair is clapping his hands, his applause meant for one person.

You.

“Very good to make it this far. Unfortunately, a man like you could never compete with god. You have been outwitted. Outsmarted. Your every move expected and countered. Did you really think blindly charging ahead was the solution?”

He pauses, and the screen changes to live feeds of Face and Twitch. Feeds that show snipers trained on them, and soldiers ready to attack.

“Sure, you may have caused our stock to fall. But it will rise. Companies are inhuman. We do not die, and we shall not kneel to a man like you.”

The screen returns to the man’s face.

“But I am not a cruel man. I give you a choice to escape. You may save one of your friends. Save the hacker, and her daughter will be eternally grateful. Save your friend, and you save a man who has served you faithfully, loyally even.”

On cue, two doors open. One leads to the roof, and the other to the server room.

“Time is ticking. Which door shall you choose?”

>Save Face
>Save Twitch

>>25722716
Twitch.

>>25722716
Blow shit up

>>25722716
Fuck him
Blow shit up

>>25722716
Twitch

>>25722716
Face

Rolled 53

>>25722716
Face
Tired of all the "but she's a grill :,(" stuff that always happens

>>25722716
Blow the building.

>>25722716
Face is our Bro
Twitch is awesome
Shoot the screen, blow shit up

>>25722716
Offer yourself and ask to let them two escape. His beef is with us and we'll gladly accept the opportunity to meet him.

The only winning move is not to play.

>>25722809
This is a smart thing. I say we do this.

>>25722809
This. Save them both, and continue to fuck with this guy.

We have a tie. 3 for blow stuff up, 3 for face, 3 for Twitch, and 3 for offer yourself up. Should we resolve with dire rolls, or wait for a stronger consensus

>>25722809
Do it, for the love of god.

Remember - Jerk with a heart of gold.

>>25722871
Save them both by offering ourselves.

>>25722809
Go with this.

>>25722871
Offer ourselves.

Rolled 77

>>25722871
Offer ourself, rig explosives to explode when we die, hide the explosives in our bum

>>25722716
>roof
>server

Call for VTOL, blow it all up, then go for Twitch, because Face can handle a firefight.

>>25722871
Don't be a puppet. If they give you two options, you pick the third. If they tell you that you've lost, you flip the table. If they expect you to go along quietly, do something really, *really* stupid.

Offer ourselves.

>>25722809
“You know, the funny things about schemes like these, is that they never quite work.” Your voice is clear and controlled, addressed to the man on the monitor.

“Really? Do tell.” The man says, intrigued.

“Well, I don’t like following orders, and I don’t like choices. There was this one time I was stuck between Thai and Chinese food, and I couldn’t decide. You know what I did?”

“Get both?”

“Nah. I went out for some spaghetti instead.”

“Interesting. And how does this apply to this situation? Do you intend to-“

“Give myself up to you for both of them? Yeah. I was getting there.” You shake your head. “Trying to steal my thunder.”

“I accept.” The man says. “Now lay down your arms, or we kill them both.”

“Fair enough.” You drop the gun, and get on your knees. On the screens, you see the guards withdraw. All that’s left is for you to be taken.

As Face and Twitch start talking, you butt in. “Things taken care of my side, Face. Get out of here. I’ll meet up with you later.”

“Wait, wha-“ He starts to question you, but you interrupt.

“Go. Now.”

“Not without you! We can’t leave you!”

You bite your lip and:

>Lie. "They got me good. There’s no way I’m getting out of this one."
>Tell the truth. "He outwitted us. I’m trying to save you. Don’t be a hero."
>Other.

>>25723107
Tell the truth.

>>25723107
"I'm the target, get Twitch safe. I should've become an PMC, don't you think?"

>>25723107
tell the truth
say were sorry we never got to shag twitch

>>25723107
>Tell the truth. "He outwitted us. I’m trying to save you. Don’t be a hero."

>>25723107
Tell him the truth, but if he argues say that you'll shoot him or Twitch if they come anywhere near you.

>>25723138
>>25723157
>>25723165
>>25723170
>>25723246
>Tell the truth. "He outwitted us. I’m trying to save you. Don’t be a hero."

“What? There’s still time. I can save yo-“

“Face.” You say, your voice calm. “Go.”

“Alright.” He says, his voice on the edge of anger. “Stay safe.”

“Hey, Twitch.” You say.

“Hey yourself.” She responds. You can detect a hint of sorrow, but you’re not sure.

“I just wanted to ask, will you-“

“NO.” She hangs up on you, and you sigh. Oh well.

“Are you done saying your goodbyes, Adam?” The man speaks.

“Ehh, they could have gone better.” You reply.

“Well, a life as short as yours has no need for such sorrow.” He replies.

The doors burst open, and guards rush in, rifles at the ready. They throw you to the ground and ziptie your hands together, roughly hoisting you up. As you step onto the helipad, you can see a VTOL descend to pick you up. No luck with the pilot this time, either. You find yourself flown to the airport, and the VTOL descends into a private hanger. A private jet sits in front of you, and you know there is no going back now.
You:
>Comply, and let yourself get escorted onto the plane.
>Try to escape.
>Other.

>>25723370
Get yourself escorted to the plane.

>>25723370
Comply, and tell them they better have a fucking steak dinner prepared.

>>25723401
This

>>25723370
>Comply, and let yourself get escorted onto the plane.
Flirt with the guards.

Even if they're guys. Especially if they're guys

>>25723370
Comply, first we have to check inside the plane. Awareness is key.

>>25723370
Comply, Planes make excellent weapons

THIS IS WHY WE SHOULDA GONE WITH EXPLOSIVES.

Good quest tho, OP.

>>25723390
>>25723401

As the guards pull you onto the plane, you do nothing to resist.

“I better get a steak dinner,” you complain, as you walk up the steps. One of them tries to swat you, and you respond by headbutting him in the face.
As tensions rise ,a voice cuts through.

“Now, now. This is no way to treat a guest.”
There he is. Sitting in the cabin of the plane is this man, whoever he is.

“Come on, now, uncuff him, and give him a steak dinner for heaven’s sake!” The man bows. “I am Charles Webber, Director, and chair member of Odin Technologies. I am in charge of all the underground operations.”

As he talks, the guards uncuff your wrists, and your rub them gently. “I trust you have a meal ready for me.” You remark.

“Of course. A steak dinner and a bottle of 1978 Chateau Margaux. Sit.”

The man gestures to a chair, and you sit down, picking up a fork.

“So, what happens now?”

“Well, you eat, we talk, and then we sell your body to recoup our losses. Eyes are very in right now.”

“Anything else?”

“Ah, yes. Our surgeons have a tendency to forget the anesthesia.”

“There we go.” You pop open the bottle of wine and point at the man. “Now, we’re being honest.”

Outside, you can hear the plane take off the runway.

No going back now. You start to shovel your meal in, relishing the taste

“Mr. Adam.” The man asks. You look up at him, mouth filled with potatoes and gravy.

“Out of all the men I have seen experience this trip, you are the first I’ve seen eat. Do you not fear death?”

As his question finishes, the plane hits a spot of turbulence.

Gripping your knife tightly, you:

>Attack. Kill him now.
>Stay. No use now. You can escape later.
>Ignore him.
>Other.

>>25723669
"Do you?"
Attack his ass, highjack the plane.

>>25723669
"Sure I do. All I ever do is avoid it" then Ignore.

We need a gun or entry into the cockpit. No sense killing him and then dying.

>25723669

Fuck the knife, pick up the bottle, glass him hard enough to break it, then jam the jagged end into his jugular. Don't trust any weapons your enemy gives you.

>>25723669
>Do you not fear death
I payed my protection this week, so I'm good.

There it's no way attacking him will work, we aren't his first. We should see if hijacking the plane is possible though, could be fun.

>>25723669
Finish most of our steak and throw the knife at him. Grab the wine bottle, break it, jumpy the table, and bury it in his face.

>>25723773
It is, just flirt with the pilot.

>>25723669
Finish the steak and the wine then burp loudly.

Don't kill him, yet. If he's willing to uncuff us and give us a knife surely he got other tricks on his hands.

>>25723669
"Sure, everyone fears death. But honestly? I don't have that much to lose. You, on the other hand... You look like a man who has a long way to fall before he hits the ground if he should trip, right?

Tell me, how much control do you think you have right now?"

>>25723713
>>25723721
>>25723783
Guys

Robot arm

Tell me we installed a gun into it or something, at least. A laser or flamethrower would be nice, actually.

>>25723669

This >>25723791
without the burping because we need to >>25723789 flirt with the pilot later.

DEPRESS THE HIDDEN TRIGGER IN OUR ARTIFICIAL ARM, DETONATING THE PLASTIC EXPLOSIVES THAT WE'VE STORED INSIDE THE AESTHETIC MUSCLES, BLOWING US, THE PLANE, AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER UP IN MOTION.

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>>25723952
Yes!

>>25723713
>>25723715
>>25723730
>>25723721
>>25723773
>>25723791
>>25723812

You burp loudly and laugh.

"Sure, everyone fears death. But honestly? I don't have that much to lose. I paid my protection money, and avoid it like the plague. You, on the other hand... You look like a man who has a long way to fall before he hits the ground if he should trip, right?

Tell me, how much control do you think you have right now?"

In the turbulence, you smack your bottle against the wall, and lunge at Webber with the shards. It would have been a fatal hit-were he not suddenly de-rezzing.

The hologram laughs.

“Did you really think I’d actually be here in this plane? That’s a surefire way to die. I’m 10,000 feet below you on solid ground, sitting in a penthouse. I have won. And you dear boy, have lost. Terminate him.”

The guard behind you moves, but you spin around, cutting his jugular with the glass bottle. Holding his body for cover, you throw him at one of the men behind him and unload the pistol into the two. As the third grabs for you, you lean backwards, and headbutt him in the face, the snap of his nose rewarding your efforts. As he staggers around, you grab him from behind, lean back, and toss and slam him in a perfect suplex, your back arched. As the man lets out a single whimper and faints, you correct yourself and slam open the pilot’s cockpit.

Your surprise cannot be measured.

“What are you doing here?” You both ask. It’s the pilot from earlier.

You:
>Ignore her. “We’re turning this thing around.”
>Confront. “You. Out. Or I shoot you.”
>Flirt. “So, come here often?”

>>25723984
>Flirt. “So, come here often?”

>>25723984
Flirt
Everclassy

>>25723984
Flirt.

>>25723984
>>Flirt. “So, come here often?”

>>25723984
>Flirt. “So, come here often?”

>>25723984
Flirt, obviously.

>>25723984
"Returning your ID. You must have dropped it."

>>25723984
Flirt, The only right answer

>>25724030
Ha, yes.

>>25724030
ahaha, perfect

>>25724030
This.

>Flirt. "Hey, I’m just here to return your ID. You must have dropped it."

”Omigosh. I’m not falling for this. Get out!” She starts to screaming and hitting you with a flight manual, but you just ignore her, and start touching the controls. The more she hits you, the more you lean in, until the two of you are squished in the pilot’s seat. Finally she gives up.

“Fine. I quit.” As she pouts in the chair, you let out a soft chuckle.

“Come on, don’t be like that. Here. I’ll make it up to you. Here’s your ID.” You say, dangling it over with one hand.

She snatches it from your hands.

“This only makes up for stealing my ID> How are you going to repay getting me fired from 2 jobs?” She asks.

“Well, I know this great restaurant…”

“Ohh. Please no.” She groans.

“What did you have in mind, then?” You ask.

“Hmm.” She looks up thoughtfully. “Take me to a play.”

“A play? Which one?” You ask, and she responds by hitting you on the head with the book.

“Take me to see a good one. With a happy ending.” She says, both irritated and blushing at the same time. You grin, and fly the plane back.

At last, you can see it. Valhalla Spire.
You:
>Eject her, and crash the plane into the tower.
>Land, and sneak into the tower.
>Other.

>>25724243
Eject together with the parachute seat, crashing the plane into the tower.

>>25724243
"You want to see a play with a happy ending?"
Then do >>25724277

>>25724243
>Eject her, and crash the plane into the tower.
"I'll pick you up at nine!" *eject*

>this is all a plot by a corporate exec to get his daughter a man

>>25724243
>Land and sneak into the tower.
We want to find out where that bastard sleeps.

>>25724277
Yes.

>>25724308

> VTOL Speed-dating quest

>>25724299
Classy.

>>25724299
this
all of my this

>>25724308
"Hey Twitch, I'm getting married and I want you to be my best woman!"

"...what. You're...who to?"

"That VTOL pilot I keep running into!"

"What."

>>25724243
Eject with her and crash the plane into the tower.

>>25724378
This

make sure she lands safely though

>>25724308
I need that Kel macro right now

>>25724378
wait, no, this is way better

>>25724288
>>25724299
>>25724320
>>25724330
>>25724364
"You want to see a play with a happy ending?"

She nods, and you let loose that crazy grin of yours.

“Here we go!”

Hitting the Eject Button, you grip on to the seat as the two of you are launched in the air. As she screams, you laugh with giddy joy, admiring the wreckage.

Then you see movement.

Charles Webber. He’s surrounded by a bunch of robots, each as strong and intimidating as the last. As they tug him out, you look at the Pilot.

“I’ll pick you up at Nine, okay?” Without waiting for a response, you drop down, and run down the wrecked fuselage of the plane.

Charles Webber awaits. You move to attack…

Then a spew of gunfire forces you into cover. Webber laughs.

“Did you really think that you could defeat me? Your little stunt may have been surprising to you, But I expected it all along. Now, I’ll watch as the creations of my company tear you to shreds. No matter how strong you are, you still cannot win! Why do you try?”

What do you say, and how do you plan on kicking his ass?

>>25724378
That was already suggested...

>>25724462
which one?

>>25724488
1. Smile wide like a maniac.
2. Say, "Like this!"
3. Remove our robotic arm from it's stump, pressing the hidden button, and activating the C4 we've got hidden inside of it.
4. Throw it right at him.

>>25724488
"Because fuck you, that's why."
What do we have available?

>>25724488
I'm sure a corporate plane has reinforced panels, and we have a robot arm.

>>25724530
I really have to agree. Why have a robotic arm if it doesn't have at least a gun and a massive bomb inside it as last resort options.

Twitch is going to be pissed that we need to buy a replacement already though....

>>25724488
"Because people who think they can't lose rarely expect you to do something like this!"

Throw arm at him, detonate.

>>25724488
>in b4 its a doombot

>>25724596
Pfft, I wouldn't be shocked if he had long ago uploaded himself to an AI or something.

All we're doing here is trying to prove a point, I never actually thought we would kill him at the first go-around. No, we're just showing that we're badass and trying to get hired on by another company at this point, plus hurt his company as much as we can in the process for trying to kill us.

>>25724596
>implying hes not one of the LaLiLuLeLo

>>25724583
We need a one-liner. A crappy one.
> Let's have a farewell to arms!
> Let me give you a hand with dying!

>>25724646
That's not a winning attitude. You can shut the fuck up and leave this to the real men.