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Regret came looking for him alright, the very next day in fact, when by chance he stumbled upon a trio from the same gang searching the neighborhood. The would-be victim from the night before was with them. He looked like he'd been roughed up but he clearly had bargained Drew's life for his own. Drew had spotted them first luckily and he spent the rest of the day staying out of sight and tailing the group. 
    

Drew wasn't expecially good at tailing people though. He had never needed to be and he lost them in the crowded streets. He didn't see anything worthwhile that might have pulled the men off the street though and so he kept moving along with the general flow of the foot traffic if for no other reason then because Drew had nothing better to do. He was going to have to leave this neighborhood now anyways. 
    

A taxi running a red light and nearly hitting Drew snapped him out of his walking fugue. It was then that Drew saw that same trio of gang members going through a hole in a fenced off area. He almost missed them. The area was a building under renovations that look to have been started but never finished. Drew found a good spot to hide, settled in,  and waited until the last hour before dawn to go inside. By that time he figured everyone in there would be asleep or too drunk to fight by that point.
    

He was not prepared for what he found inside. He found them in a cage. An assorted mix of men and women ranging in ages from late teens to early 30s. Drew still didn't know what he had discovered but he knew it was bad business. He found their jailer asleep at a table with a television set still playing some spanish soap opera. Drew killed him in his sleep and then found the keys to the cage on his body. He grabbed the man's gun as well before returning to free the victims.
    

Drew pointed the way out and they all fled up the stairs. Drew doubted that he had ever received that many blessing in his entire life, but he quietly accepted them, all the while urging them to hurry along. As he moved further into the large basement he heard a printer churning out a copy followed by the sound of a chair squawking as the weight in shifted. 
    

He came up behind the man and put the man in a choke hold. The man was unconscious in less than a minute but Drew kept the pressure on for another minute just for good measure. He grabbed the freshly printed copy and saw it was a purchase order... for liver. No for a whole liver. Drew was no Joey when it came to computer proficiency but he wasn't completely hopeless when it came to them.
    

A few minutes later Drew knew what this was. It was a human organ harvesting operation. He'd heard about these places before. Pick a third world country where life is plentiful and cheap and organ harvesting was big business. Plenty of wealthy people out there needing replacement organs who didn't have the time to wait in line on a transplant list for their turn at a new kidney, heart, or any number of other organs in the human body. But they did have money, so they could afford to buy one, and skip the line entirely. 
    

Drew crunched the paper up in his fist as he casually shot the man he had just chocked out. The shot was particularly loud in the mostly empty basement and he heard probably a half dozen voices roused from sleep in alarm. Drew wasted no time moving through their ranks gunning them all down in their half dressed states. He replenished his cash along with a small amount ammo, punctured some 55 gallon drums of something labelled Extremely Flammable on them and let the drums empty out.
    

One zippo lighter drop later the place was engulfed in flames. Drew moved on and disappeared into the crowds. He may not be any closer to finding L'Éminence Nocturne or figuring a way out of his more pressing problem but at least he was going to do some good before they finally found him.
 

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The middle of the afternoon Drew came awake at a light knock on his door. It was the manager of the hotel. Drew was still staying in the poorer sections of Mexico City and by some miracle he had lucked upon the one honest manager in the city. Either that or the guy just hated cops that much. Drew wondered what the manager would have done if he knew Drew used to be a cop himself once upon a time. Luckily Drew wouldn't have to find out.
    

He quickly gathered his things and threw on the tac-vest. He exited the room by climbing out the window and headed for the roof. The police were still setting up and going over the entry plan when one of them noticed him climbing the balconies to the roof. Drew made it to the roof and ran across to the other side and leapt the narrow gap to the next building.
    

He crossed that roof and came up abruptly short of the edge. This gap was a full on street and too far to jump. He turned around to find a plan B when the police sniper helped him decide which way to go by shooting him in the chest.
    

The sniper hadn't been set up when all the excitement started but he had gotten into position quickly enough. The shot knocked Drew off the roof and he plummeted to the ground. He grabbed a clothesline as it passed by and managed to hold on. Unfortunately the pulley system didn't hold on, coming free of the mortar from his sudden weight, and Drew swung downwards screaming above the street like some demented Tarzan. He smashed through a window and into someone's living room.
    

Drew shook it off, apologized to the startled occupant, and exited the building into the street. Police were spreading out everywhere unsure of where exactly Drew had gotten too. No time for blending into the crowd. Besides between the sniper bullet to the chest, the arm wrenching Tarzan swing with the abrupt, and sudden stop onto someone's living room floor, Drew couldn't have made a run for it even if he had wanted too. It hurt to walk. It hurt to breathe. It was a miracle he'd gotten through that with nothing broken!
    

A car pulled up a short distance down the street with the driver half stepping out his car to see what all the commotion was about. Drew felt bad about it but he was out of options and couldn't afford to let this opportunity go. He grabbed the man from behind and yanked him backwards out of the car. Drew hopped in, slammed the car in reverse, did a 180 rolling, tire squealing reverse turn, and sped off down the street.
    

Drew was fairly certain L'Éminence Nocturne knew he was in town by now. SWAT level cops wouldn't have been called in to apprehend someone like Drew in the slums of Mexico City in such a short amount of time. That kind of thing would have taken some influence at the highest levels. Drew felt like he was finally making some progress!
 

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Unfortunately though Drew could not get off the roads fast enough and the police were getting better organized. Despite what Hollywood would have you believe most police forces know how to conduct high-speed chases. With a helicopter, radio communication, a central command center, and relatively little training is all it takes to successfully capture a fleeing suspect.
    

Drew knew all of this of course but he wasn't able to ditch the car and flee on foot. As long as he could keep driving he had a chance. That chance was dwindling though and quickly. The police were now getting better at herding him where they wanted him. It was only a matter of time now.
    

When Drew finally saw the inevitable roadblock at an intersection ahead of him he cut a hard left and drove through a set of double doors into a warehouse of some sort. He planned to drive through the building and out the other side to another street and escape the trap. It would have worked too except there was a cargo truck in his way and before Drew could react he slammed into the truck narrowly missing two men who had just closed the back doors of the vehicle.
    

The men had jumped clear in time but the rear doors burst open at the impact and a group of women came jumping out of the back and ran for the hole in the wall made by Drew's entrance. Drew had no idea what was going on but the fleeing women managed to interfere with the police trying to enter the building so that was a bit of luck on his part. Drew jumped out of the car and made for the rear of the building still trying to flee the scene on foot now.
    

Someone in the warehouse started shooting at the police and the police in turn returned fire. It was the perfect amount of chaos and confusion and Drew made the most of it getting away clean. He learned later that night watching the news that the police had conducted a surprise raid on a known base of human sex slave traffickers. Nice cover story for them and they were welcome to it.
 

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Had a fun session last night, I believe everyone played their part and because of that we finished our end goal by not getting killed. I feel like the play of the game was Beretta's persuasion turned Albert Amos on Daryl which I though was clutch. My favorite moment of the night was when Jack jumped down and realized he didn't have any some bombs so he threw another glue bomb, and Murgy was just stuck their waiting for someone to help. However, he was almost left behind but Joey decided not to be bloodthirsty and help the old boss out. I hope you'll enjoy the next week of games you guys have planned, and I'll be back the 2 weeks after that to kick butt.

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