... which we're going to need, because, ladies and gentelman, we are-
Wait wait wait. Let's slow down a bit, shall we?
So we arrived, on time, en route to downtown Detroit, AKA the creepiest abondoned urban space on this side of the state. Steele took care of the pickup, and we only needed to get through the empty streets.
It was the only thing between us and cold, hard cash.
(Because as far as I'm concerened, the bigwigs can afford it. Fuck 'em.)
Well, that was the plan.
It was strange. As soon as we got to the city (and, consequently, went on foot, as per the rules), something changed.
We haven't seen another person, Proxy or otherwise, in hours. And the streets all converge into the same places and the architecture is slowly turning into Salvador Dali on a acid trip.
So it goes.
Ladies and gentelman, welcome to the jungle.
All things aside, they're going to start coming out of the fog soon. In the downtime, I'm going to nap. Loop time is almost as bad as Valve time, but hey, what can you do? Ahaha. We got caught in it anyway, it seems. "Stay one step ahead."
And we just had to stop to help that Runner get on his feet after being knocked down by a Proxy.
To be honest? I'm not sure if we're going to make it out of this one alive. But that's half the fun, isn't it? We're in The Loop and we're going to have to fight our way out.
Keep together, stay alert, and for god's sake, don't get lost, because I'm not coming to find you if you do.