Th' jimmy in th' carboot said he wis cried Wainwright 'n' worked fur a criminal cried “Dreamer” wha worked oot o' downtown and he tellt us he cuid arrange a meetin wi' him tae blether aboot th' Mirk Nicht weapons. He cried his gaffer 'n' organised th' catch up wi` 'n' aff we gaed.
Ah rode lik' th' win` while th' ithers gaed in Felicity’s jobby motor 'n' ah teuk Duke alang fur th' hurl. We arrived earlie 'n' decided tae trial th' jynt. In a lairge open courtyard ah spied Dreamer alang wi' twa lairge men in power armour wha wur duin fur trauchle. Thay didnt frighten me sae ah traivelt ower 'n' said awright and at this point ah clocked he hud placed snipers oan th' roof.
Ah introduced masell 'n' he seemed a'richt though he wanted tae blether tae a' o' th' Deid Zone sae ah waited fur thaim tae caw up. Whin thay eventually did turn up in thair jobby motor Uralie decided tae creep up onto th' roof, whaur he wis immediately spotted by th' snipers as he wis crap.
Dreamer welcomed back wainwright then promptly shot him fur dealing Mirk Nicht weapons behind his back, he shored us a deal, efter making it keek lik' Wainwright hud bin tortured we wur tae dump th' body back whaur he fun him 'n' he wid let us ken whaur Mirk Nicht wur based. Sae ah gaed tae toun oan th' corpse bit wis ower eager 'n' butchered th' body, bit ah thought whit th' bugger a deid mans a deid jimmy! Dreamer said he cuid offer us wirk in th' future bit ah tellt him a dinnae wirk fur criminals.
He headed bacvk tae whaur he fought th' gangs 'n' dumped th' body, Dreamer rang us tae say we shuid speak tae wainwrights flatmate then gave us his address downtown. He leed in a real shithole 'n' efter ah kicked in his door we fun him fukcing a hoor in his bedroom. While felicty chatted up th' whore in her usual bufty fashion ah gaed tae wirk oan th' jimmy, he wis solid 'n' it teuk me twenty minutes o' torture tae crack him but efter ah pulled oot his left yak he confessed tae bein' a Mirk Nicht. He tellt me he 'n' five ithers operated oot o' th' th' basement o' "Brother Jonathans shelter fur th' homeless", yit anither shithole tae keek at!
Efter he spilled th' beans ah crushed his skull 'n' felicity choaped aff his heid.
We drove tae th' shelter 'n' gaed ben whaur Brother Jonathan led us tae th' basement. Ah injected masell wi' th' gear: Bass, Beat 'n' Rush sae ah wis set fur th' upcoming rammy We tried smoukin doon bit Uralie goosed up 'n' made a noise, sae ah kicked in th' door 'n' charged th' naurby mirk nicht wha wur hiding lik' cowards in th' mirk. Duke bolted fur some reason 'n' Uralie pulled oot a wee sword whilk paled in is it the same or no beside mah pure massive sword. Th' rammy wis short 'n' brutal, Felicity did a'richt whilst ah skillfully dispatched three o' th' men, Uralie wis a pumpin' boggin' fud!
Efter we murdurred thaim a' we searched th' basement 'n' fun some Mirk Nicht guns, time tae collect oot reward!
See ye neist time bugger heids!