APRIL 8, 1989

...

What the hell happened last night?

I got up from my bed and walked to the kitchen.

Hmm, some strange stains on my jacket.

Is this... blood?

My eyes wandered over to the table. A rooster mask...

NOW I remember.

That was one crazy as fuck night. I hadn't killed anyone since Hawaii, and that war was around 1985.

Guess I gotta get used to icing Russians again, huh?

Hmm, a phone call...

"Hello, it's 'Linda'... I need a babysitter right away. Got a few kids that need to be disciplined here. I'm at East 7th street. Make sure you have a long talk with them, I really need someone to get through to these rascals. And like last time... please be discreet!"

Click.

I'm sensing a pattern here.

Oh?

Another package outside my door...

Another mask.

An owl, and judging by the note (in equally scrawly handwriting as last time), it's named "Rasmus".

Hmm, I'll try this baby out on this little mission.

I walk downstairs, step outside, and climb inside my trusty DeLorean.

I'm here, East 7th Street.

I decide to "be discreet" once more and put on the owl mask.

WHOA.

I feel... eagle-eyed.

I get the strange feeling I missed something at the Brickell Station.

Ah, well. I'll go back there later. Hopefully it's not closed off with crime scene tape because of my little... "escapade".

I decide to go in guns blazing.

Speaking of which, I should really get a gun for these ops. Maybe one of those new Mac-10s, painted neon...

God, I hope no one's in here...

shitshitshitpleaselettherebenooneinhere

...

...Empty?

The whole floor's been vacated...

I don't like it. Not one bit.

I walk up to the second floor.

Empty here too.

I feel like there's someone coming.

I wait around the corner...

WHAM. Knocked down with a punch.

His knife drops to the floor.

I pick it up.

Hmm, something on the floor...

What appears to be... a Scrabble letter?

Uh, I guess it's important?

I shove it in my pocket and keep going.

Seems to be someone in the room behind me.

I run in.

SHIT, A MOBSTER ON THE couch having a seat.

He barely has time to react before I throw the knife at him and it's embedded in his skull. Ew.

Another room. Some sort of bedroom, maybe? This DOES seem to be an apartment.

I walk in and accidentally knock the mobster in there down with the door.

No weapons to execute the poor bastard with. Guess I gotta go bare-knuckle for this.

I grab his head and whack it against the floor until I hear a sickening SPLAT sound.

Eurgh! Guhruhrgh! Hope I never have to take down another fallen Ruskie using my hands. God, that was nasty. I'll have to wipe off my hands later.

I walk back into the kitchen area where I found the letter.

Hmm, seems to be another room over there.

God, I knocked over ANOTHER mobster by accident?

He hits the wall and slumps over. At least I won't have to smash the fucker's head with my hands this time.

I give him a quick but powerful kick to the head.

CRUNCH! SPLATTER!

Aw, man, now I gotta get my jeans cleaned.

That was messier than the barehanded kill.

He drops a double-barrel. I'm lucky that thing didn't go off in my face when he dropped it.

I pick it up and walk into the next room.

Shit, one standing right there-

I instinctively pull the trigger. He goes flying backwards in a haze of blood, intestines, and torn pieces of blue cloth from his shirt.

He hits the wall. His buddy seems to have noticed it, to say the least, because I hear rapidly approaching footsteps. Good thing I have the shotgun.

Blam!

His head is blown into pieces by the buckshot and he falls to the floor.

Place seems to be clear now.

I walk back down to the ground floor, step outside, breathe in the fresh night air as I contemplate the carnage I've just caused, and get in the DeLorean and drive off.

While I go home, I decide to pay my buddy Niklas a visit at the pizza place he works at. Or was it the convenience store... or the bar?

No, it was the pizza place.

I'm pretty hungry anyway.

I drive up to Generico's Pizza.

"Hi there, welcome!"

"Hey, Nicke! I'll have the usual."

"Oh, you don't need to order, your pizza's already done! Had a feelin' you were on your way over here, heh. Well, let's just leave it at that for now, shall we? Don't worry about paying, it's on the house!"

"Okay, thanks!"

He's such a nice guy to me for some reason.

I take my large plain pizza and walk to the car.

While I'm at it, I'll check out that thing I seem to have missed the night before in the Metro.

This strange gut feeling just won't stop. I KNOW I missed something.

I arrive at the quiet metro station.

I get the feeling I shouldn't be here for some reason...

Just to be safe, I put on the owl mask.

WHOA.

Damn, I'm never gonna get used to that strange "vision enhanced" feeling. I wonder how this mask causes that, though...

I walk into the main entrance and hook a left into the actual station.

I see what I missed almost immediately. Another Scrabble letter. A T.

So now I have a T and an A. Wonder what these spell out.

I step outside, get in my car, and drive back home.

...

What a night, huh?

I feel a bit tuckered out from my little killing adventure.