You sneak toward the farmhouse and keep an eye out for witnesses. Ducking around the back, you see a shotgun leaning up against a hay bale. You pick it up and inspect the weapon. An old, balding man in overalls emerges from the house. He holds his hands up in the air, stares you right in the eyes, and says, "Take it and go." You do as the man says, leaving with your shiny new shotgun.
As you approach the shipyard, you notice a supply truck parked out front. Peering through the gate, you see the guards laughing and joking with the driver. "It's an ice cream cone, but that sure as hell ain't chocolate!" chortles the trucker as they crowd around his phone. With the men distracted, you prowl over to the truck and check the back. You find several diesel canisters just begging to be robbed. Grabbing a pair, you slope off before the trucker stops showing porn to the security team.
The lights are off and the cottage seems unoccupied, so you prowl toward the rear of the property. One of the back windows is unlocked, granting you easy access to the owner's bedroom. After a quick search, you find a box under the bed and are convinced you've hit paydirt. Jewels, cash, drugs perhaps—sadly not. Within the box are some rope, a pack of zip ties, and a bottle of lubricant. You decide to ruin someone's naughty little evening by stealing the collection of binding and breaching equipment.
You walk past a busy ice cream truck and spot someone throwing away a bottle cap. As you're making your way toward it, a little old lady trips you with her cane! You go flying across the sand. Everyone starts laughing. You leave, red-faced.
You take a walk around the inside of the liquor store. The clerk catches you eyeing up the place. She asks if she can help you with anything. You tell her no. She pulls out a shotgun and places it on the counter - her hands are shaking. You leave before she gets any more nervous.
You search the trash can on Platform 3. It is about half-full, allowing you to fumble around in the garbage without going in head first. You find a mustard-smeared dollar bill stuck to a sandwich wrapper. You lick the mustard off and slip the dollar into your back pocket.
You dip down behind the pharmacy and search through their trash. Rifling carefully through the discarded syringes, you find a portable injection kit. The small handheld case contains a buttload of morphine! You don't have to inject it into your butt, but you could if you wanted.
You sneak toward the farmhouse and keep an eye out for witnesses. Ducking around the back, you see a shotgun leaning up against a hay bale. You pick it up and inspect the weapon. An old, balding man in overalls emerges from the house. He holds his hands up in the air, stares you right in the eyes, and says, "Take it and go." You do as the man says, leaving with your shiny new shotgun.
As you approach the shipyard, you notice a supply truck parked out front. Peering through the gate, you see the guards laughing and joking with the driver. "It's an ice cream cone, but that sure as hell ain't chocolate!" chortles the trucker as they crowd around his phone. With the men distracted, you prowl over to the truck and check the back. You find several diesel canisters just begging to be robbed. Grabbing a pair, you slope off before the trucker stops showing porn to the security team.
The lights are off and the cottage seems unoccupied, so you prowl toward the rear of the property. One of the back windows is unlocked, granting you easy access to the owner's bedroom. After a quick search, you find a box under the bed and are convinced you've hit paydirt. Jewels, cash, drugs perhaps—sadly not. Within the box are some rope, a pack of zip ties, and a bottle of lubricant. You decide to ruin someone's naughty little evening by stealing the collection of binding and breaching equipment.
You walk past a busy ice cream truck and spot someone throwing away a bottle cap. As you're making your way toward it, a little old lady trips you with her cane! You go flying across the sand. Everyone starts laughing. You leave, red-faced.
You take a walk around the inside of the liquor store. The clerk catches you eyeing up the place. She asks if she can help you with anything. You tell her no. She pulls out a shotgun and places it on the counter - her hands are shaking. You leave before she gets any more nervous.
You search the trash can on Platform 3. It is about half-full, allowing you to fumble around in the garbage without going in head first. You find a mustard-smeared dollar bill stuck to a sandwich wrapper. You lick the mustard off and slip the dollar into your back pocket.
You dip down behind the pharmacy and search through their trash. Rifling carefully through the discarded syringes, you find a portable injection kit. The small handheld case contains a buttload of morphine! You don't have to inject it into your butt, but you could if you wanted.