#staxyn

I’ve got a call from Una to meet with Mr Johnson in the Prudential. An elderly elf trying to help out his old pal (?) David, who was trapped in the middle of some punks practicing their rights to shoot each other in the ass. The lunch offering from the commissioner was quite nice but I guess Alexis has to maintain his figure so only I stuffed my face before work. We haven’t got much details and I really don’t like those jobs because it always ends up being a pain to deliver. In this case it was two gangs spread in multiple streets, pretty much surrounding the old fart’s house, blowing their ammo like it’s free for fuck’s sake. I couldn’t see shit from the dust and nonstop flashes from grenades, and we could only guess how many are there and who’s against who.

[ Audible groan] Oh well. The plan was to quietly get them down one by one in the corners but apparently I’m highly out of practice and jumping 3 meters from one rooftop to another is just too fucking difficult.

[Voice slightly raises in a sarcastic tone]

In any case it was good enough to grab everyone’s attention in the area so Alexis could shine for once and shoot the gangers down while they were busy trying to blow some extra holes into me. At least I can still sprint and dodge, dammit. Side note to self: practice more shooting. [Steady breathing for a couple of heartbeats]