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7 yrs ago
Current Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win.
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7 yrs ago
Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.
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7 yrs ago
All warfare is based on deception. There is no place where espionage is not used. Offer the enemy bait to lure him.
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7 yrs ago
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
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7 yrs ago
Throw your soldiers into positions whence there is no escape, and they will prefer death to flight.
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Andrew shrugged at Gideon's remark on identities. "I found someone to do what I wanted Max to do anyway. I suppose Max would have been a middle-man, since he's a bartender. I don't much care, I just need a few tips...Owl huh? You're nocturnal then?" Andrew had tried to hide his surprise that he'd been fooled. He should have seen it coming since Gideon never really revealed himself as Max. But he hadn't realized it and he could have really been taken advantage of. Andrew knew that Gideon was right and that he would need to be more careful.

He gazed back down at his camera. What Andrew really wanted to know were the good vantage points in town. He could find them himself of course, but he didn't want to waste his time climbing something tall only to find out that there wasn't anything interesting worth seeing. Not if he didn't have to. He looked up to see if the guard was still watching TV. The guard had been gazing at Amy as she walked. At first, Andrew thought the guard was just keeping an eye on where she went.

Oh. I had to add a color from the rules lol. Purple!
*rubbedirub mafia rub*
As Amy made her way back to the table, Andrew looked up and nodded his head and looked back at Gideon. He didn't even want to spend 50 on just information that anyone could tell him. "I'll give you 75, but you better have something good for me." He was a businessman, and he wasn't going to spend any more than he wanted to. Especially if he could ask any old person. However, Andrew knew better than to try to figure things out for himself when it comes to the Zone. This wasn't his element and he needed help. He honestly didn't trust Gideon, and half expects Gideon to shoot him in a back alley when they were gone. Maybe he could get Amy to come with them. It's always best to travel in a group in case someone tries to betray you.
Andrew looked at Gideon like he was crazy. "You're kidding right? 250 marks is a joke. You do realize that's still about 130 Euro's right? If you think I'm giving you 250 marks for a quick little tour of town and a few pointers, you're out of luck." Andrew leaned back in his chair. "Tell you what, I'll give you 100 marks. I get some, how do the Americans say it? 'Bang for your buck'? And you get compensated for your time." He tossed back the last of his drink. His friend had warned him of people charging ridiculous prices even for the smallest of things. Besides, Andrew could bide his time until his friend came back to the zone, and simply follow him. He leaned back forward to take another bite of his food.

Andrew had been stuffing his face and had a mouthful of food when the question came. He took a minute to swallow his food and have a sip of his drink to wash it down before talking. He put his fork down on his plate and looked back at Gideon for a bit, deciding how to answer. "Yeah, im armed. But I don't have that many bullets...Don't expect me to hit what I'm aiming at either."

Andrew could feel the sidearm against his leg. His friend had insisted that Andrew use the conceal carry holster. It hang off the inside off his pants where it would be easy to grab but harder to find. He didn't want to take the gun back out, let alone have to use it.
"As far as what I'm looking for, I just need someone who can show me around this town, and show me on a map a few places to avoid. Perhaps a few things you wish you would have known when you first ventured here. As far as pay, I'm open to discuss it. Obviously depending on how much you tell me, I'll pay more."


@TemplarKnight07 It was my day off today but I was catching up on paperwork for work that i had been putting off. I just finished and its already late at night. Im working on a post now, but I might fall asleep at my computer. I have work tomorrow from 2 until super late, so if you dont see a response in the next few hours, I will have it up sometime shortly after work tomorrow.

@Pugbutter I work 2-11 my time. That means i close. We dont close until 10 so
expect me to be later than usual. Sorry about today m8. It was my last chance to get some important shit that i needed done. My Sunday off is being occupied by a run-through for our event on Monday.
When Max brought their food, Andrew forgot about all about the guard and the stares. It was business as usual, Andrew could eat all night if he wanted to. But first thing's first, he had agreed to split his food with Amy. He took one of the bread plates from the center of their table, and put some of his Rindsrouladen onto it. He slid the plate to Amy coolly before he dug into his own food. He hadn't eaten since he'd left the airport that early morning and he was starving.

In between bites and after swallowing his food, he spoke. "Sounds like you get around enough to know the lay of the land. Like I said, I'm willing to pay a fair price for you to show me around a bit. Enough to not get lost where to avoid among other things." After finishing his sentence, he wasted no time before he took another bite. Any sense of situational awareness went out the door. He was so hungry he hadn't even touched his drink. Andrew's lightheaded feelings eased as he ate and the room stopped spinning. His boiling blood cooled to a simmer, and his heart-rate slowed.

I know the feeling @GrizzTheMauler I am management at Chick-Fil-A (technically we advertise ourselves as being slightly better than fast food, but we're fast food) and I used to work an ungodly amount of hours that made me want to kill myself. Good luck man.
"Like I said, I wanna know what you meant when you said you 'specialized in different products'." he tried to act casual, as if he was among his own friends in a bar. He tried to hide his fear, but his voice shook a bit. He really just wanted to pretend that he was back home so that he didn't explode out of fear of being shot. Andrew was still scared that one of these people would get trigger happy and start shooting the place up like in one of those American westerns. "I'm not really looking for anything to buy, if that's what you mean. I'm looking for someone to help me not get shot or killed by one of those....mutants or whatever you call them."

Andrew's eyes began darting around the room in a paranoid frenzy. It was then that he realized almost everyone in the room was looking at them. It was then he realized yet another difference in this bar from others outside of the Zone. People here paid far more attention to body language and little scenes like the one he'd just been in. He'd have to be more careful in the future. He looked around the rest of the room, in the gaps between his conversation. There was a lone guard in the hallway that leads to the back rooms. At first, Andrew thought the guard might be of use if something were to start. Then he realized the guard was so bored that he was watching the TV, paying no attention to the events unfolding in the room. He supposed that the guard might just be there for show, a preventative measure if anything. After all, this guard would be outnumbered 40 to 1 if he were to actually try to stop a gunfight in the room. Andrew shivered at the thought, and pushed them to the back of his mind where he might forget them.

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