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New Jersey, a city with a crime rate skyrocketing faster than an American Peacekeeper missile.
Murder, Corruption and Drug Wars have become a common thing. You can find almost everything that is illegal there from small drug dealers to worldwide crime organisations. Besides from that it is also a popular place among Mercenarys, due to the high crime rate the job offers are promising and well paid, but also dangerous at the same time. Many have found their graves early, there are only a few Mercenaries hard enough to survive in this city.
After finishing her glass of Whisky Allison slammed her empty glass on the counter and signaled the barkeeper to fill it again.
"Come on Allison, you can't spend everyday at the bar drinking! At this rate I will go bust!" he grumbled.
Knowing that talking to her in this state won't help he refilled her glass and put the bottle of whisky down next to it.
"There you go, another shot."
Allison gulped it down before the barkeeper could even say a thing.
"It's just Alcohol Al, no need to pee yourself. I pay for it anyway..."
"I am not worried about you paying, but everytime you are here, some guys show up and run amok in my bar because you fucked with the wrong people again god damnit!"
While Al complained, Allison grabbed the bottle instead of the glass this time.
"Oh, now that you mention it, Vlad might pay a visit, I destroyed his Fuel and Weapons depot yesterday and he seemed a bit pissed about it so yeah.."
Allison took a sip from the bottle while Al became really nervous.
"What?! Are you serious, you blew up Vlad's depot? Do you have a deathwish? You know that no one who messed with Vlad survived!"
"Yeah yeah..."
Al grumbled again "Your careless style will kill you one day. At least fight outside so I wont have to pay enormous amounts of money again for the repairs."
"I'll do my best."
Another sip followed.
New Jersey, a city with a crime rate skyrocketing faster than an American Peacekeeper missile.
Murder, Corruption and Drug Wars have become a common thing. You can find almost everything that is illegal there from small drug dealers to worldwide crime organisations. Besides from that it is also a popular place among Mercenarys, due to the high crime rate the job offers are promising and well paid, but also dangerous at the same time. Many have found their graves early, there are only a few Mercenaries hard enough to survive in this city.
After finishing her glass of Whisky Allison slammed her empty glass on the counter and signaled the barkeeper to fill it again.
"Come on Allison, you can't spend everyday at the bar drinking! At this rate I will go bust!" he grumbled.
Knowing that talking to her in this state won't help he refilled her glass and put the bottle of whisky down next to it.
"There you go, another shot."
Allison gulped it down before the barkeeper could even say a thing.
"It's just Alcohol Al, no need to pee yourself. I pay for it anyway..."
"I am not worried about you paying, but everytime you are here, some guys show up and run amok in my bar because you fucked with the wrong people again god damnit!"
While Al complained, Allison grabbed the bottle instead of the glass this time.
"Oh, now that you mention it, Vlad might pay a visit, I destroyed his Fuel and Weapons depot yesterday and he seemed a bit pissed about it so yeah.."
Allison took a sip from the bottle while Al became really nervous.
"What?! Are you serious, you blew up Vlad's depot? Do you have a deathwish? You know that no one who messed with Vlad survived!"
"Yeah yeah..."
Al grumbled again "Your careless style will kill you one day. At least fight outside so I wont have to pay enormous amounts of money again for the repairs."
"I'll do my best."
Another sip followed.
