So, I went on that damned side mission thing to pay back for the plane tickets. I swear this has either got to be some disgusting joke from the mystery hacker or I have really shit luck. Sounds pretty bad either way.

It was supposed to be a simple delivery job. I showed up at the local train station and picked up a backpack from the lockers. There was an address with the name 'Klein' that sounded real familiar, but I couldn't remember where I knew it from for the life of me. I got curious while I was getting there, so I took a tiny peek, turns out it was a map of Texas and a bunch of tiny brown bottles with some unknown liquid in them. Very fucking weird especially when the entire map of Texas is on the Internet for free, like you seriously had to hire a questionable organization just to deliver a useless piece of paper??

Anyways, I arrived at the place, and that son of a bitch from the gang was just standing there. I slapped on a disguise and slipped past him easily, before making my way to the apartment. They were insistent on inviting me in, but that apartment looked worse than the hellhole of a forty year-old dude living in his parents' basement, it looked quite literally like a crackhouse. Well, as it turns out, Kerem fucking Ahmed was sitting inside, along with some scrawny guy. Boss must've sent them here for me, because they seemed quite serious about 'finding her'. Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure who 'her' might be. That mystery hacker really sent me to my own potential kidnappers/murderers like some sick early Christmas present, what the actual fuck. That fucker has the absolute worst sense of humour I've encountered and I've met some really bad ones from the mafia. Are they trying to kill me? First the mission that went south in Brazil and now this shit, every mission they send me on feels like being sent to my doom.

After I "left", I snuck back in to do some eavesdropping. All I heard was something about map, city, find, strike and night, which sounds pretty fucking ominous if you ask me. If the mafia has already managed to find out I'm in this city, I don't think it'll take long for them to find my exact location. Extra points on the fuck-this-shit scale for a possible plan to strike me at night. I don't know what was in those brown bottles but I don't feel particularly good about them right now, considering the high probability they'd be used against me. I'll have to start looking for a new place soon, won't hurt to start brainstorming for a new alias either. Oh to redo all that hardwork with a fraction of the funds, this is going to fucking suck.