Your name is JACK NOIR

Try to remember where you were before waking up in jail. It might give you an idea of what to do next.
If that fails, ask the CAB DRIVER what youre next destination is.

We need to get things in order. Ask CD where we can get some reliable muscle and some decent clothes.

Look up your LOCATION, as well as TODAY'S DATE and TIME.

You try to remember your days before your IMPRISONMENT.

The memory is foggy. There were some days of just WANDERING, you and one MS. PAINT, across STRANGE LANDSCAPES, and you remember some kind of SAFEHOUSE where you spent your days. Beyond that, things get fuzzy, though the concept of BETRAYAL is crystal clear.

You look at your ADVANCED PHONE.

You are currently located on LEVEL 3; it seems as though the GPS does not keep track of the CORRIDOR, considering its ILLICIT PURPOSES.

The time is 4:20. It has been 4:20 for twenty minutes now, and you doubt it will change any time soon.

You ask CD where you can get some MUSCLE, and a some DECENT CLOTHES.

After drinking a WHOLE POT, the DRIVER scratches his head. His CONTACT said that the TWO OF YOU should be plenty for the next step of the OPERATION. And what are you talking about, you look great!

Tell him no, we want more muscle. no kill like over kill as we always say.

Demand to know the location of a tailor. threaten him if we have to.

Inquire to the nature of the OPERATION. Brush off COMPLIMENT in a non-bashful manner.

Ask about the MYSTERIOUS INDIVIDUAL who hired him, and what the nature of the OPERATION is, if he even knows anything about it. (You know the INDIVIDUAL is MYSTERIOUS because of all the CRYPTIC BULLSHIT they keep leading you along with)

You ask about the OPERATION, pretending not to hear or be satisfied the compliment.

He says that he's here to help you GET OUT OF TOWN. His CONTACT says that there is a SHIP stored away in the lowest level of the DISTRICT with WARP CAPABILITIES; its the only one in the WHOLE CITY due to the QUARANTINE!

You demand ADDITIONAL MUSCLE and a DAMN GOOD TAILOR, banging your hand on the table.

He says okay, he knows of a GREAT TAILOR that he'll introduce you to, but he's currently OFF-WORLD.

As for the MUSCLE, his CONTACT said that this was to be as HUSH-HUSH as possible, so he is WARY to get the NEIGHBORHOOD involved.

You say thanks a lot, that's very helpful. Not.

You ask about this MYSTERIOUS CONTACT. He says that he hasn't met him yet! He is very interested in BREAKING YOU OUT though, and seems to know this city like the BACK OF HIS HAND. They have been communicating through HANDWRITTEN LETTERS, which he thinks is KIND OF NEAT.

Ask what the hell he means by "OFF-WORLD". For that matter, what planet are we on anyway?

Ask him if this contact is a Director at the Dock, or if he's the kind of guy who fits in with all ...THIS, while gesturing at some passerby's tasteless garb.