I slowly climb a ladder and lay down as it jumps out another cockpit window. He sniffs the cigarette and then the air. He gets up and stabs into the train's tank. The man throws the cigarette into it before running like hell. I cover my ears as the tank explodes. As the fire dies down, he shouts, "I can smell you up there!" I peek over and he smiles, "You reek of cigarette smoke." I quickly aim the shotgun at him and fire, but he jumps out the way and leaps up, like some kind of feral animal.

I keep shooting and shouting at him. Eight shots later, he shakes his head while inching closer. I whisper, "I'm comin' Whiskey." His mouth gapes open wider than a hippo's maw as I slowly grab the flare gun's grip.

She slams the trunk door as I smile, "Thanks for changing our tire!" The young guy blushes, "No problem." I get in as he gets to his car. I stare at the wires as Whiskey gets in and puts the car in neutral, "Red to blue, don't die."

I knock them together and my hands jump away from a spark. "You won't die unless you touch the bare wire." I slowly make them touch and they spark, "Ok, rev it!" The engine revs and she puts it in drive. "All cars have a steering lock, just twist hard and it'll break." I smile, "Good to know-Who are we meeting anyway?" "You'll see."

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Miles later, she waves, "Stop here." It's the Engen building. We both hop out and head in. "Whiskey, who's this?" The receptionist smiles with her hands under the desk. "Relax, she's cool." The woman pulls a gun from under the desk, "He's not happy that you stayed."

An elevator opens and it takes us up to the top. A large man sits behind bodyguards and taps his finger before looking up, "At least Norbert follows my orders." Whiskey shakes her head, "Didn't you see the video? We got a huge problem." He stands up and holds back his words, then continues, "I'm cutting our losses. He can infect others."

She looks down as I step forward. I halt as the guards raise their guns, "If we don't do anything, things will get worse!" He scratches his head, "Why are you in my office- Better yet, who the fuck are you to make demands?" He stares and goes limp, "Only one other person has that sadistic mug." I smirk, "We need to take him down."

Whiskey smiles at me, "What'll you need?" I turn back to the boss, "An army and fire weapons." He pauses, then looks back up at me. "If you get the tools, I'll give you the manpower." I walk up as they lower their weapons to shake his hand. "Come back when you have it."