You were a prodigal assassin. The best of the best. The body count of criminals were indescribable. Even in off duty, you kill scumbags. But your life came to an end. Plus instead of going to Heaven, you got drag down to Hell. Ain't that a bitch?
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Tactics
Endurance
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Moxxie: 👍
Final Lesson
(Y/N): "Okay, you studied your target, gathering all the info you need to know. When do you snuff them out?"
Moxxie: "Simple. Once the target is alone, I will simply shoot them. Are they a pawn? Not if interrogation is needed. Then hunt down the real McCoy and finish it."
(Y/N) "You're ready."
Moxxie: "Really?"
(Y/N): "No. That answer was unnecessary. But you did rectified your previous training lessons since your body couldn't adapt to the old fashion way, I gave you a piece of a Sconce to make it go smoothly."
Moxxie: "Sconce? You mean the one you gave Blitzø to? Wow that explains why we felt a bit different."
(Y/N): "Yes so congratulations, you passed."
Moxxie: "Oh thank you! And again. And again!"
(Y/N): "Don't mention it."
Your pet bird, returns and after remerging it, it told you about a Sconce cargo is being shipped by lowly thugs.
(Y/N): "Feel like showing me how well you can do on your lonesome?"
Moxxie: "Yes. Time to put my training to the test!"
(Y/N): "Alright then."
Unknown Location
You told Moxxie that there's a cargo shipment placed in a small building. He decided to go in alone...but you will intervene if something goes wrong otherwise Millie will have your head.
