Indeed, psychological shortcuts were every humanoid predator's friend! "Hand off to a shipping company to a drop point," he sighed. "Rare a mission like this leads to a direct handoff unless it's truly for something good." Bringing kidnapped toddlers home for example, those were public! Just rare people on the good side of things had the money for it.
"My 'employer'," he noted sourly, "has my child. Tortured my wife to death on my last mission out, took my child, I get outdated pictures and updates on her when I complete missions."
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"Fucking cowards," he swore, "drugs are never, ever a good sign. They deserved everything they got." Obviously. Jackasses.
"A company called you a ride kid, I just asked dispatch for the number that called for you, assumed you might have people who could help there. I'd have done the same if your coworkers called you a cab because you worked a double shift at a gas station."
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"My 'employer'," he noted sourly, "has my child. Tortured my wife to death on my last mission out, took my child, I get outdated pictures and updates on her when I complete missions."
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"Fucking cowards," he swore, "drugs are never, ever a good sign. They deserved everything they got." Obviously. Jackasses.
"A company called you a ride kid, I just asked dispatch for the number that called for you, assumed you might have people who could help there. I'd have done the same if your coworkers called you a cab because you worked a double shift at a gas station."