I am in a cab on the way to Mr Faustin's club, Perestroika. The word means 'rebuilding'. It is appropriate. After today, there will be much to rebuild.
"Excuse me, can we change the channel? I would like to listen to 'Journey', my friend."
The cab driver retunes the radio to the station that plays my favourite music. A piece by the composer Phillip Glass. It fits my mood. Roman talks of big opportunities, but all I see is a third rate cab depot and an apartment filled with roaches.
The sky is the same colour as the gun in my pocket. The streets are slick with a cold rain. Liberty does not seem such a welcoming place now.
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I can't beleive how many "missions" I have completed and yet so far so little of the game in total according to my stats. This game is going to last ages - great :)
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