<div class="floatright">(https://d1u5p3l4wpay3k.cloudfront.net/invisibleinc_gamepedia/thumb/b/bf/Decker.png/200px-Decker.png?version=06f523ed5e6bb6ddd4fbf031591a6033)</div>The bar that they arrived in was a far cry from dilapidated, though that really just worked out for Decker. It meant that he didn't have to worry about people wanting to sell him drinks, or drunks, or anything else that might prove annoying or dangerous to his sobriety. He had a mission to focus on after all.<br/><br/>Letting Harold knock the door open, they emerged to find themselves in what was effectively a ghost town. It was weird, especially when compared to glimmering megacities that he knew back home. Looking around, it didn't take long for the sound of someone approaching to make themselves known, though it didn't seem like they were a guard. Perhaps it was one of those  Or maybe it was a bum taking advantage of the empty housing for a free night out of the cold.<br/><br/>Given their lack of information, he found himself tipping his hat with a frown as Harold laid out the immediately violent plan. He wasn't afraid of violence, but Central was always telling him to look for better options. The cleanup bill from dropping bodies was a hassle. And even if he didn't have to hold to that here, he wanted to keep the principle alive.<br/><br/>"Or maybe we should see who it is before we decide to go making a scene and potentially getting innocent civilians killed," he offered. "I'd prefer to avoid the local cops being all over us within a minute of showing up if I can help it."