It's night

Type "PANTS".​

 

Pants

even though they're always optional

 

The pants get rejected and the phones dies. Welp, that's it for today. All that work and effort and no payout. Well, you've got baghead's offer on the table. So you need to get home and gather yourself up for tomorrow. Tomorrow you're not gonna wear this ****** nun outfit either. You're gonna wear something much more fabulous and awesome. That'll make you feel better. Finding a guy would make you feel better too. Well, you don't like recycling much but you could return Travis' phone and just stay there for a bit. No, that's the opposite of what you should do. You should...

[] Find your way home.
[] Find a hotel.
[] Wander the streets.

 

Make your way towards home.​

 

Go to the home that is yours.

 

You're just gonna head home if you can find it. You don't have the amazing sense of direction most people would assume from your job. In fact you're pretty much terrible with maps and directions. One time you had a target in Seattle and you ended up in D.C. Yeah, sometimes these things happen. Even in this city that you've been living in for a number of months is seeming pretty unfamiliar right now. Well, it's not like you'll be here much longer. You're going to be abroad on that job soon if everything goes to plan. (Selfnote: Write this all down somewhere.)

You're well sure you're lost now. You've been walking for at least half an hour and you don't know where you are and you haven't walked past this area today. It's a slightly more upscale looking side of town. For all you know it could be a minute or two from your place. You decide to...

[] Keep walking.
[] Knock on a door.

 

Keep walking, you'll find something. Don't trust those filthy mongrels that could possibly be your neighbors.​

 

Knock on a door. A door that's amazing. Give it a knock. Knockety knock knock.

 

You consider for a moment knocking at a door but there isn't much of a point in doing so really. You don't know where you are and you don't know where you're going. You recognize your apartment by landmarks, not street names. So you press on hoping that you'll find something better to work with. A sign maybe. Something at least. (Selfnote: Learn to navigate in your daily life as well as in your professional life.)

That's when you see something interesting. Very interesting. Interesting to the point that you casually hide in the closest alley and peek out slightly for another look. It's The Butcher. She's not supposed to be here. Last you heard, she was still in India, letting people die on the operating table for quick cash. Maybe she finally got slammed with a malpractice suit or something. What are you talking about? There are no malpractice suits in India. Probably. Either way, her cheery little self is whistling a merry tune as she struts across the road like she's you or something. Good god, she doesn't even look that good. She might have that weird appeal pedophiles with her childish looks but come on, no normal man would that. Though, the sidetail does suit her. (Selfnote: Try out the sidetail again.)

Either way, you're gonna have to see if she's here for the job too. Snow and Sour should be flying in by tomorrow if you judge Thorsen's man correctly so this might be your best bet on getting back in. Your best bet at helping Baghead with her problem and getting that sweet double payday. You should...

[] Talk to The Butcher.
[] Sneak after The Butcher.

 

Might as well go talk to her now and get that out of the way, then follow her if she seems suspicious or something like that.​

 

Still armed, right? Chat the ***** up.

 

Actually, you're not armed you left the Beretta back at Travis' place.

 

Talk to her anyway.​

 

****. Okay, put on your best smile and chat.

 

You know her well enough to know that she's probably not twitchy enough to take your head off or anything but just in case you try to greet her from a safe distance. The Butcher turns to look at you with her condescending underage looking little eyes. She looks like she isn't even old enough to buy beer. You can't believe someone gave her a medical degree. She is older than you though, that much you're sure of.

She greets you cordially. You forget how polite she can be sometimes. She must be in a good mood or something. She looks like she's about to just turn and go on like you were old schoolmates passing in the street. You sort of are like that, but this isn't the time for apt treatment of old peers. This is the time for action! You ask her what's up. (Selfnote: Learn more conversation starters that don't involve taking off clothes.) She says she's in town for work, top secret stuff, she's probably breaking confidentiality even saying this much, etc. You tell her that you know, you're looking to get in on the job. She tilts her head bemusedly and asks what you did this time. You tell her that you refused the job and then changed your mind. She cracks up and starts heartily guffawing at you. Well then.

When she finally straightens up and wipes the tears from her eyes, she says that it was a very, "you", way to make the decision. She likes that about you, your style. She never really was good at style she says, always focused more on just getting it done and getting it done right/wrong as the case may be. You tell her the sidetail is pretty stylish. She thanks you for noticing and says it was actually a recommendation from Safety First. The two of them met on the way here during her layover in Russia. Isn't it funny how these things work out? Not really. Are you sure? She thinks it's very funny. You still don't see it. She waves it off and invites you to walk alongside her for a while, she was just looking for her way back to her hotel. That's right, if anyone has a worse sense of direction than you, it's The Butcher. That's less than progress that you've made with this deal. You should...

[] Walk with her, maybe help her find that hotel.
[] Ask a final question and then part ways.

 

Walk with her, ask her some stuff, help her out, etc. It's not like you know where you are anyway, so maybe you'll find something too.​

 

Tag along. You might as well. You're just as lost as she is. Be lost together.

 

Despite her nickname, another of Snowflake's contributions, The Butcher is probably the least threatening person you've ever worked with. She's a surgeon, a damned good one the off times she's not killing people on purpose. That's her MO, let people die on the operating table. Probably the safest assassination method you've come across but also the least convenient. It only hits certain targets and you have to deal with a lot of hush money and shuffling about. All in all, not worth it. She also does black market doctoring on the side. Another job you think isn't worth the trouble. But then again most people would say your way of making money is pretty silly.

You ask her what Safety First was doing in Russia. She says he seemed distracted by something so she didn't want to ask. Useless bitch. So you walk along aimlessly for a while. She's whistling a merry tune and you're looking for things that look familiar. That's when it occurs to you to ask about her phone. She hands it over. It's a beat up jPhone. She says she found it on one of the people she offed and decided to keep it. Well, that's not morbid at all. She smiles. Creepy bitch.

You look for an open WiFi network as she has conveniently forgot to get a data plan. Nothing yet, but you keep looking.

There! Fantastic! So you key in froogleMaps and let it geologicate or whatever it is it's doing. You key in your address and find out that you are precisely... five miles from your apartment and moving in the opposite direction from it. Well, that's a thing. You...

[] Turn around.
[] Find a place nearby for the night.

 

Thank her for the phone. Go home. It's only 5 miles.

 

Head on home. Bid farewell to The Butcher.​