Back to the homestead. Im going to take one more crack at spying on the Safe Harbor building with the binoculars.
His outline looks like scum.
Blackstar can recognize Jisel by her silhouette at 30 yards.
Well have to discuss how shes mine and her flesh belongs to me alone.
Sure, it has nothing to do with him banging the subject of Blackstars Madonna/whore complex.
Lets go over right now and wait for Jisel to come home.
Whoa, OK. She came home really fast.
Theres just one new topic now.
Safe Harbor? The place that houses runaway children and stuff like that?
Pretty sure this is the first and only time anyone explains what the Safe Harbor building actually houses, officially.
Yeah, and stuff like that. I saw you there.
You spying on me?
You might say that.
It was business, Blackstar. Why are you so concerned all of a sudden?
The guy who runs the joint. I think hes bad news, Jisel. Evil surrounds him. Id watch yourself.
Hes nothing to me, except a good tipper. I can take care of myself, honey.
Could you introduce me?
Ah, honey, just drop it.
Im dead serious.
Ok. Ill call and tell him to watch for you.
Hi, its me, that whore you have sex with sometimes. A male friend of mine wants to meet you. What time would be good for you? Hello? Hello?
Back we go to Safe Harbor then.
Alright, lets be discreet here.
Well. Guy angrily glaring at me, skulls on the bookshelves, nude photo on the wall. I think Blackstars met his match.
Lets talk to this goateed goofball.
Grab a drink. This is the most retarded conversation in the game.
Who you are
Its not important.
Ok. My name is Blaze. Blaze Stalker.
Im a lone warrior with a mysterious past. And I can use all guns and I have a sword, and my skin is bulletproof.
A bit personal, dont you think?
No. You use them. Why?
Ha, you shoot straight from the hip, dont you, Blackstar?
And I stab straight through the heart.
I detect a note of hatred in that tone. You must be an angry man.
Oh Blaze Stalker. You have no idea.
Life & Death
Quite a concept, wouldnt you say?
You value neither.
A bold statement. Care to back it up?
I know about you and your sick, pathetic fantasies.
Blackstar, youre being a little abrasive here.
You do, huh? I have nothing to hide.
Im afraid you do. But you wont be able to hide from me.
Such a fool. You cant touch me. Im invincible.
His smugness is almost as stifling as Blackstar's. These guys deserve each other.
A dear friend.
Shes a whore. You use her. Pay for cheap sex.
I dont need to. Visions are gouged into my brain. Visions of you and her engaged in
She was MINE! Hear me? MINE!
You spy for a living?
No. I kill for a living. Jisel is my friend. Enough said.
You threatening me?
More like a warning asshole. Watch your back.
Listen. How dare you come into my place of business and threaten to kill me?
Not a threat a promise.
What? How dare you
I repeat. Jisel is my friend. I protect my friends. My enemies may they rest in peace
Youre doing a great job at protecting her here, Idiotstar. Pissing off the guy you suspect of gruesome murder, who knows where she lives.
A safe home for the wayward youth.
Fuck that, its a cult. Face it, asshole.
Watch your language.
Ill fuckin watch my fuckin language when Im fuckin good and fuckin ready!
Impressive. Quite the command of the English language.
Like I said, its a cult. You brainwash the whores. Use them in your secret films.
Blackstar seems reluctant to go after this guy without proof, and yet hes tossing out accusations of stuff he doesnt know for sure or has any evidence for. This is because he is an idiot.
Films? I think you better leave.
Im not done. I know what you do, Pal. You dont know what Im going to do to you.
I asked you to leave.
Years ago. The Southwest. Indian reservation. Murder. Kidnapping. Its time for revenge.
Get the fuck outta here!
Im leaving, Pal. You have not seen the last of me.
The bitch will pay
Ill just go home and tell Jisel what a great job I just did!
Ill just use Blackstars tool to get him in again.
This is like the worst 80s revenge movie you could think of.
Alright. Time to get the proof Blackstar needs to appease his defective conscience.