Green braces. Tan shirt. Blond quiff. That's the mantra I repeat in my head as I skulk through a smoggy industrial hellscape. Hidden among these brown corridors is someone who looks like this. Someone who looks like me. Someone who wants me dead.
The only way to avoid that is to kill them first, a plan I'm well on the way to executing. I've already found a weapon, a gun that shoots timed exploding mines. This is better than a knife, which means getting up close, but worse than a pistol, which has lower risk of collateral damage. Finding my target is proving tricky, however. The building site I'm trapped in is thronged with people, while braces and quiffs seem to be in vogue.
