thankfully I have contacts in the underground world, it couldn't be that hard to find somebody who knows how to stitch a bullet hole or two, and without telling the cops.. but hell, you got to take care when moving around the Russian underground. Anything can happen down there, and the cops are lurking around every corner and every bend, its a scary place. thankfully Ivan over at the armory knew a contact at the hospital who was willing to do a patch job on the downlow, but it cost me a pretty penny... fuck, I'm getting that urge again too, I need to find somebody to kill too... but that's for later. I need to get back to Ivan before this fucking bullet hole kills me or worse. I think that is all i really want to write down for now... given nothing else bad happens to me or something. 

Now that im back to a bit better condition i really need to train.. im considering taking up a bit of hand to hand work to increase my fighting skills. and victims have been fighting back with their hands a bit more then usual... yeah, this isn't a bad idea.

After the mission I appeared back in my bed. After waking up and checking my dresser for my smokes and lighter I saw something strange. instead of my normal zippo lighter I found a zippo lighter that is black with gold trim. I went to pick it up and it turned into a fucking RIFLE, while strange, its no stranger then talking corpses and undead so I didn't freak out terribly. I took this new rifle to the range, and after shooting for a good while I realized that it doesn't run out of ammo. o turn the rifle back into a lighter and put it in my pocket, contempt for the day.

I wake up like any other day, getting ready to go out for the day before remembering that my jacket is now RAGS. I sigh a little bit before heading out to the shops. on my way to the shops I run into Ivor, my arms dealer. Ivor asks me if I'm interested in a new product, so for the sake of professionalism I take him up on my offer. What he shows me is a brand new black leather jacket that is armor plated. after asking him how much it is I proceeded to purchase it. 

later that day I head out at about 4ish AM, as I got the itch. I find a bit of an isolated house for my target. after forcing my way in it turns out my target was not asleep and charges me with a kitchen knife, thankfully the new jacket I bought doesn't even get damaged from the stab. I turn around and proceed to knock my target out in one hit before stabbing him in the stomach multiple times... ah the lovely smell of death in the air. 

after finding my new lighter, rifle combo thing, I made sure to train, and train, and train. I did endurance training, I ran, and I trained until I couldn't anymore.