You check the clip in your handgun as you hop out of the taxi cab before tossing the diver a few bills on the front passenger side seat through the rolled down window. "Thanks for the ride, keep the change." you call over as the man behind the wheel revs up the engine and speeds off without a word. You knew this was a bad part of town but his eagerness to leave made you somewhat uneasy.
You turned away from the main road with a sigh and looked at the crowded and congested backstreet that stood before you. Tall rundown buildings lined the narrow path forward and several bums and vagrants were sitting around on loose piles of trash such as old tires or broken wooden chairs. A few were gambling or drinking, some were passed out on cardboard boxes and one was in the process of injecting a needle into his arm.
"This looks like a pretty rough neighborhood, glad I came prepared." you whisper to yourself as you begin walking past a couple of kids playing with small spinning tops. Most of the residents ignored you as you moved past them but a few gave you dirty glares and one even brandished a small knife as you passed by his shop. You kept your hand on the gun in your front jacket pocket, just in case someone tried to pull a weapon on you.
In addition to the 9mm handgun you had also packed a detachable silencer, taser and multi-tool with a small knife blade as well to give yourself a good variety of protection. You also had a flying drone in your backpack along with a small robotic remote car that you could equip with various attachments, like a camera or flashlight. More important than all of that however, was a lightweight flak jacket you had purchased off the black market before arriving here. It was a bit old and worn but it could easily save your life against smaller caliber firearms.
You took a moment to rest near a telephone pole and pulled out your phone. After checking the map app you had installed the other day you see that your current destination was just a quarter of a mile up the road. The building was an old slaughter house that closed down about a decade ago before being bought by a local gang leader to use as a storage facility and meeting place. It wasn't even a secret that the place was being used for smuggling and drug running, the gang had the local cops on their payroll and most residents knew what would happen if anyone tried to mess with them.
"I guess there's a few ways I can do this..." you think to yourself as you download a blueprint of the building. "The place has two floors, a lower factory area and some offices on the upper level. Probably about a dozen guys in total including their boss, unlikely to be too well armed but probably carrying some decent street guns like uzis or sawn-off shotguns. I could try talking to them, I have enough money to offer a good bribe... but things could get ugly if negotiations went south. Let's see, how am I gonna do this...?"
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