text: [Themes: modern]
  
  With the dying light of the sun in the distance, you decide to hail a taxi, it's probably better than walking. You stand by highway, hoping that some taxi driver would notice you. You see the light in the west, slowly fading over the city. The lights of the cars whizz by, and not one has been a taxi. You continue to wait, you hand held out, hoping, no, begging to be seen by a taxi driver. As a car moves into the gas station, you realize it's a taxi, here to pick you up.
  
  "You need a taxi ride?" He says.
  
  "Of course I do, then why would I be standing out here?" You say, getting into the backseat of the taxi.
  
  "Where to?" He asks. You pull a note out of your pocket. It was the final point in your tracking of Natela.
  
  "4, Atskuri Street, Tbilisi."
  
  "Of course." He says, pulling the car out of the gas station, and onto the highway.
  
  "So, what are you doing here in Tbilisi?" He asks.
  
  "Oh, seeing an old friend." You chuckle. "Haven't seen her in a while."
  
  "Oh, what did you two do together?"
  
  "We fought in the Ossetian War together."
  
  "Hmmm, impressive." The rest of ride is quite quiet, until you come about something unusual.
  
  "Huh? We have traffic ahead."
  
  "Yeah, what kinda of traffic?"
  
  "Uhh..." You see police cruisers zoom by. "A major crash...?"
  
  "Hmph." You can't remember correctly, but you think you are wanted by the Georgian Government for manslaughter. That's you alright, committing manslaughter in the hunt for the girl. Revenge sure hasn't been kind to you in the last four years. What do you do?
  
  > stay In The Taxi
  You say nothing as you're stuck in stop-and-go traffic. You hope that it's just a crash up ahead, not some police checkpoint. God that'd be annoying, if it was a checkpoint. You continue to sit in the taxi, thinking about what has been going on.
  
  "Wait! I think I see what's up!" The taxi driver says.
  
  "What is it?" You respond.
  
  "A car crash. Major. Looks like a police car crashed with a few cars."
  
  "Huh, that's not good." Soon, traffic begins to clear up and the taxi can get back to its job, taking you to Natela's location.
  
  "This is it." The taxi driver says as he drives down a street. "Atskuri Street, number four, right?" He asks.
  
  "Yep." You say.
  
  "Ok." He says as he pulls up the taxi and puts it into park. "45 Lari." He says, holding his hand out. You hand him the specific amount of cash.
  
  "Thank you." You say before getting out of the taxi. The man soon drivers away, into the sunset. You then begin to walk towards the specificed building, 4 Atskuri Street. It's a multi-story building with some cameras on the outside. Besides that, it looks like any other building on the street. As you walk inside, you take a look and the building's bland interior. Plaster walls, a few chairs, and a desk for an accountant, with an accountant. You walk up to the desk, and are greeted by said accountant.
  
  "How may I help you?" The young woman asks.
  
  "I'm here to see someone." You say.
  
  "And who that be?" She asks again.
  
  "Natela, Natela Kipiani."
  
  "And your name?"
  
  "Nikoloz Tsereteli." The receptionist types into her computer.
  
  "Do you have an appointment?"
  
  "N-no, I don't, is that ok?"
  
  "Well, most of our customers usually set up an appointment."
  
  "Can I still see her?" The receptionist types into her computer once more.
  
  "I believe you can. Miss Kipiani will be notified, please wait here." She says. You walk over to some chairs and sit down. You contemplate your many, many, thoughts.
  
  "I just messed up didn't I?" A voice says in your head.
  
  "It'll be fine, just you wait." Another voice says.
  
  "I just blew my cover, I shouldn't have done this." Another chirps in.
  
  "I can do this, I can do this." Another interjects.
  
  "Mr. Tsereteli? Ms. Kipiani is ready to see you."
  
  "Oh, good." You say as you get up from the chair.
  
  "Take the stairs to floor two, then in Room 4 is Ms. Kipiani."
  
  "Thank you." You say as you open the door to the stairway and begin to walk up. Once you're on floor two, you walk over to Room 4, and place your hand on the door handle.
  
  "This is it, no messing up, no do-overs, no retakes." You say as you enter the room, to see Natela sitting at a desk.
  
  "Nikoloz Tsereteli, oh how the times have changed." Natela says to you.
  
  "I guess so, Natela. I have a feeling you know why I'm here."
  
  "Of course I do, you want to kill me!" She says. "I betrayed you, and you want revenge!"
  
  "Look, what are you doing here?"
  
  "Oh, here? I'm currently heading a secret Russian paramilitary group, and this is our HQ."
  
  "And you're posing as a business, good job for the camouflage."
  
  "Thank you."
  
  "Anyway, why the Russians Natela? You said you aren't a communist, so why are you working for them?"
  
  "Money, I guess, but when I was younger, I lived in South Ossetia, and one time a Georgian Militia came by my village and raided it. It was not pretty, Niko."
  
  "Well, that must've been bad, but you didn't need to betray your country!"
  
  "Look Niko, I know you're mad, but if things get out of hand, I can always call a group of guards to protect me."
  
  "I wouldn't expect a former soldier to need protection."
  
  "Things change Niko, things change." You feel as if you want to charge her, but you also know that you could reason with her. You are torn, whatever you do, you must commit to the choice.
  
  > charge Her
  You quickly and in anger charge Natela, she jumps over her desk to prepare to fight you. You throw a straight right punch to Natela's head, but she quickly dodges it. She counters you with a couple of jabs to the face, knocking you back. You're still able to stand on your feet, but you know that if something like that happens again, it won't be as lucky as that. You now shift your focus from trying to slug it out, to keeping your distance. You throw a long hook that catches Natela's left cheek. She falls back against her desk, but gets back up again. This time, she tries to swarm you up close with a flurry of jabs. You guard well, but an unnoticed overhand strikes you in the head, and you fall back. You try and get back up, but you cannot muster the strength to do so.
  
  "Goodbye Niko." You hear from the direction of Natela. A trigger is pulled, and a life has been taken.