TRASH
Well you're not too keen on doing some REAL work, so you ask what Jim's mission is.
"Go in Petrov's and do some recon for me."
"What good is that gonna do? What you think he's got some kind of secret weapon or some shit? The fuckin' cold war's over you know!"
"Fuck you! I know that commie bastard's (COUGH!) got something over there that's drawing more people there, find out what it is!"
"Haven't you ever been in the shop?"
"No. And I ain't setting foot in some soviet store front!"
"Setting foot?" you snicker.
"You know what I mean wise ass! (COUGH!) Now you got your orders, now go!
"Yeah, yeah."
You exit and head down to Petrov's. You don't even know what you're supposed to be doing, let alone how to go about doing it! All you know is, you've had a run in with Petrov before and it didn't end well. The place is a lot brighter than Jim's. It almost looks too clean to be a repair shop. There's an unrecognizable flag of some country you've never heard of (let alone pronounce) on the wall. You see Petrov, he's chain smoking as much as Jim, but is somehow twice as dirty and grungy.
"YOU! You there! I remember you! You call me communist asshole! Get out of shop and kiss my dick!" Petrov yells as soon as you enter.
Nope he still doesn't like you.
"Go in Petrov's and do some recon for me."
"What good is that gonna do? What you think he's got some kind of secret weapon or some shit? The fuckin' cold war's over you know!"
"Fuck you! I know that commie bastard's (COUGH!) got something over there that's drawing more people there, find out what it is!"
"Haven't you ever been in the shop?"
"No. And I ain't setting foot in some soviet store front!"
"Setting foot?" you snicker.
"You know what I mean wise ass! (COUGH!) Now you got your orders, now go!
"Yeah, yeah."
You exit and head down to Petrov's. You don't even know what you're supposed to be doing, let alone how to go about doing it! All you know is, you've had a run in with Petrov before and it didn't end well. The place is a lot brighter than Jim's. It almost looks too clean to be a repair shop. There's an unrecognizable flag of some country you've never heard of (let alone pronounce) on the wall. You see Petrov, he's chain smoking as much as Jim, but is somehow twice as dirty and grungy.
"YOU! You there! I remember you! You call me communist asshole! Get out of shop and kiss my dick!" Petrov yells as soon as you enter.
Nope he still doesn't like you.