OUT OF GAME: "What was that?" "It was probably the wind." "It sounded like an explosion." "Nah. Forget about it."
trust me, I got interrogated.
Mr. interrogater came in cocky, he went out like a rock filled to the brim with atropine.
Out of Game: But I got information
and a butt full of atropine and several dead policemen. Besides, what does the info tell ya?
I know what Im doing, I think we knew that. And that I have a thing for fairbairns (and I like fairbairns a lot)
Out of Game: I wanted to check off the option of hiring you and I knew your logic, so that was a plus, worth the casualties.