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You turn away from the lift as the doors close, and head South-East back to the Reception area.
"Don't mind Pete, he's a little slow and he has his problems, but we're trying to give him a second chance", says the man behind the desk.
"Do you know the way to Club Twart?", you ask.
He frowns for a moment in concentration, and says:
"Club... Twart...? Oh yes, the place where all the clueless kids hang out these days! It's on Acacia Avenue, just opposite the restaurant where my painter friend and I often eat dinner and have deep philosophical conversations. Turn left out of the front door and follow the street that heads North-East, you can't miss it, unless you're a real moron. Which I'm sure is inconceivable!"
He smiles brightly at you.
"There wouldn't happen to be a stables round here, would there?"
"Hmmm... No, the only stables on this island closed down years ago - and anyway, that was on the other side of Death Mountain, near the South coast, and I wouldn't advise you go there, not if you're a man who likes to avoid danger!"
You thank him for his time.
You are carrying:
- a satchel
- a .45 calibre pistol, loaded with 6 bullets
- a .45 calibre clip containing 7 more bullets
- a digital camera
- the key to room 23 at the Dancing Bear Inn
- 100 dollah in crumpled non-sequential dollah notes |
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