It's night

Follow the arrows as best you can.​

 

You decide that there's no use in going back, you have to go forward to get ahead.

After what seems like ages of following those dumb arrows, your phone's battery is dying. You also remember that it isn't your phone so you don't have a charger for it. Well, isn't that just brilliant. You look around for an electronics store. Nothing. You've got maybe five minutes of life out of this battery and the arrows have no end in sight. You decide to follow them until the phone dies and then figure out what to do from there.

As expected you make it to the corner of some street you've never been to and the phone goes blank on you. No more leads. You look around again. There's a series of stores that seem pretty useless. A gift shop, a Chinese restaurant, a laundromat and clothing outlet. What do you do?

 

Check each store and see if they have a compatible charger you can borrow. If not, try and remember how to get home, and try again tomorrow.

 

Check the shops/restaurants and ask if there's an electronics store nearby.​

 

You head to the nearest store first, the gift shop. You ask the owner if you could buy a charger for that model. He says they don't stock it. You ask if there's an electronics store nearby. He says there isn't. You ask if he has one you could borrow. He says no. Dirty old man. Next up is the Chinese restaurant. They don't speak a proper English. You think they said no, though. And you're also you're pretty sure you heard someone call you a slut in moonspeak. Leadfoot taught you some in between since he used to be a Triad wheelman before they through him under a train and left him for dead. Never trust the Chinese. The laundromat is even worse, Koreans, you can't speak any of their shit. Nice to know they speak proper English but less nice to know that there's no chargers anywhere.

Alright then. Last chance. Let's do this, heaven or hell, let's rock! The clothing outlet is pretty empty. You do suppose it is the middle of the day. You go up to the counter and ask about the charger. It's a pretty cute looking guy. A few inches taller than you, about high school age. You don't mean to seem like a paedo when you go for the young ones but, come on, you're still in your 20s it's not even a crime if you could pass for their classmate, is it? He tells you that his friend might have the same kind, but he's on break. He won't be back for another half an hour. It's pretty empty... you know it's business time, but if the kid can be on break, why not you?

You should...

[] Take him.
[] Strike up a conversation to fill the waiting time.

 

Talk to him to pass the time.​

 

Flirt with him and try to score his number for later.

 

Well, you've been doing pretty well with staying on task today. You're not going to mess it up, sometimes it's tough being so fabulous. Well, you can set this one up for later. You start chatting casually. He seems a little awk at first but warms up quickly. He's trying to become a professional curling player, apparently. It's a sport that involves pushing a rock over ice... Okay. You don't need to worry about his interests. As long as he's not premature, you're basically willing to make it work.

As he's describing the weird shuffleboard-esque scoring system his friend walks in. His friend is much prettier than him. (Selfnote: Tap this resource at a later time.) He does in fact not have the charger in question. Brilliant. Just fantastic. He tells you that you don't need that though. You don't what? You can just plug it into a computer with a normal micro USB he says. Whatever that is. He has one and he'll show you. Ooh. Nonsarcastic fantastic.

So it'll take another hour or two before your phone is good to go. There's a laptop in front of you and cute boys to either side. It's almost noon. What do you do?

 

Continue talking/flirting with both boys. Try to snatch a kiss from one or something.​

 

Be an idiot on a laptop for two hours

 

You've already planted enough seeds with these two. If you're not going to do anything with them today you might as well borrow the kids' laptop and mess around with it. You play some Enraged Avians and Kanuck-a-Crash! for a while. It's really not that interesting playing ballistic games when you have a naturally perfect sense of these things. Once you've got a basic grasp of the simplifications they've made to physics it just seems like a hugely pointless and utterly predictable grind. You frown at the prospect and check your e-mail. Nothing new. You log off and close the browser. You don't want to be a needy looking idiot, but you have no idea what else to do with this thing and barely half an hour has passed.

You suddenly realize that you have the internet at your fingertips and start browsing wikipedia. Auks are apparently really awkward birds. A wing is something called an "airfoil." The Germans killed a bunch of test pilots with their prototype V2 planes. Hitler. Okay. Genetically modified crops are really controversial. Genetics started with Mendel's peas. Eugenics were more widespread than you'd think. Hitler. Wow. You just random'd Hitler, from Hitler. That must be some kind of record.

Another half hour of this. Thorsen Tech pops up. You remember baghead saying something about this guy. The one who tried to hire you was from him. You look at Chris Thorsen himself. He's got a kind of George Clooney kind of appeal. You would, but you wouldn't act like it was anything special. Just not your thing. Apparently, wiki loves him. They have basically painted this wanker up as some king of greatness and saint of kindness. You know better though, he's just another death merchant as far as your concerned. He tries to shape developing countries through force and profits on everything. He sells the weapons to the revolutionaries and the incumbents and when the butcher's bill is in he patches them up for round two. What a prick.

Someone just walked in. You're behind the counter where no one can see you. You should...

[] Take a look.
[] Keep your head down.

 

Try and get a glimpse of who walked in without arousing too much suspicion.​

 

Look for mirrors in the corner of the ceiling or something to try and get a look. If there aren't any, try and peek without being seen.

If seen and safe: Say you're not actually employed here.

If seen and unsafe: Shoot to kill.

If not seen and safe: Go back to hiding.

If not seen and unsafe: Shoot to kill.

 

You'd feel a little more comfortable if you hadn't been relieved of your firearm last night, but let's be honest you suck with pistols anyways. You check for mirrors though. You can sort of see the person in the reflection from a glass display case. Female, blonde, tall. Following her is a male, can't tell much else about him. You heard them speak. American. At least the chick is. She has a very nice voice. She's probably a total bitch. She's asking about something. You hope it's not you. You're not exactly on good terms with the Americans. You listen in as best you can without being visible or audible.

She's saying that she's a tourist and that she got lost with her husband. Yeah, fat chance of that. They're looking to meet someone, they describe her like you. Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit. They're looking for you. The boys at the counter say they don't know where to look for someone like that. The woman says she lives around here somewhere but they don't have an address. The boys insist that they've never met you. Good boys. You'll make sure you take extra care with them. The woman sighs and starts to leave. Her "husband" whispers something to her as they leave. Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit. They know you're around. They might have even seen you. Your phone still has only about half charge. What do you do?

 

Half a charge will have to do--get the frick out of there. That is, after they've seemingly left and you think it's safe to move. Thank the boys for their assistance as well, of course, on the way out.​

 

Wait it out. They'll eventually leave, then grab the phone, thank the boys, but make sure you come back tomorrow and thank them more, winky face.

 

You're not a calm person. You seem it because the world is usually doing everything your way. Bullets just go where you want them too. Men just say what you want them to. Even the weather is usually in pretty keen accordance with your mood. But today everything has been going sideways and you don't like it. Not one bit. So decide to hightail it out of there once the Americans have left. You thank the boys and say that something has just come up, you flash the blank face of the phone and tell them that you'll be back to give them a proper thank you. They seem a bit puzzled, but it's nothing too bad. So you ask if the back's locked. It's not. Good. You buy some clothes and go out the front.

If they're really agents and they really knew you were there, they'd stake the back out. Well, maybe not, but that's why you changed your clothes and hid your hair. Can't do much about your height and build, but it's better than nothing. You decide to start walking back where you came from to throw them off if they're following you. It's riskier but if you just wait, they'll have time to do stuff while you're stuck doing nothing. They'll value you to death on that deal, so time to lose 'em.

After walking around for about an hour you think they're gone. If they were ever following you. To be sure you take a seat at a cafe and order afternoon tea. It gives you a chance to look around and determine what may be happening. You spend about twenty minutes there with your tea and crumpets. Yes, you ordered tea and crumpets just for them. Bloody Americans. You're fine as far as you can see and you can see pretty far. So you look at the phone again.

The arrows are back. Good. You follow them for a good long while. It's early evening before you find the geotag. There's a cybernote there in the form of a little treasure chest, like pirates had. You should...

[] Open it.
[] Be the pantsu.

 

Open the chest, duh.

 

Open the chest, me matey.​

 

You click on the chest. Nothing happens. You double click on the chest. Nothing happens. You look for a menu. Nothing happens. That's when it occurs to you, you're about out of batteries again and you don't know a damn thing about how this program works. You keep pressing buttons to no avail. This can't really be how this day ends. You can't just have been through all that for nothing. It's absolutely ridiculous. It's a travesty, an atrocity, a very very bad thing in general.

Your finger slips across the screen and a password entry prompt appears. It's five empty spaces for you to fill and the keyboard that appears is all caps and numbers. What do you input?