<em>We're the good guys...</em><br/><br/>Of course<em>we</em>are.  Isn't that always the case?  No one but the most sociopathic villain ever thinks they're the bad guy - even when they do bad things it's always justified as being for the<em>'greater good'</em>I have no idea who constitutes<em>we</em>, other than myself and Mystery Woman, but then, I have no idea who the bad guys are, either.  I guess, they're the ones asking strange questions which means pretty much everyone at VRS.  Am I working for Evil Corp.?!?<br/><br/>I don't have time to ask how she knows about the creepy, skin-crawling feelings I've been having all morning because fate intervenes.  She really was<em>not</em>kidding about the one-question-only thing.  The crashing taxi is only slight less shocking than the driver's completely spontaneous howling - which freaks me out more than anything else so far today.  And - unsurprisingly - Mystery Woman starts to book it.<br/><br/>I'm caught with indecision.  Shouldn't we stay until the police arrive? Aren't I bound by some moral obligation to assist the obviously impaired driver?  I'm seriously starting to fray at the edges, but I also get the sense that if M.W. think it's wise to bounce, maybe I should, too.  I just kind of wish she hadn't phrased it as, "making a go of it..."  That made the task of getting to the Empire State Building sound, well, more like a<em>task</em>rather than a ten-minute walk.<br/><br/>In fact, all of this was beginning to sound very much like a quest, handed off by a mysterious, well-dressed NPC.  The fact is, if<em>They</em>are after me -<em>They</em>being some shadowy, unidentifiable syndicate of indeterminate size or reach, and possibly including my employer - then heading home would be a mistake.  It'd be the first place<em>They</em>looked.  Going back to VRS was out of the question.  Chances are, I'm even less welcome there now than I was earlier today.  Which meant...<br/><br/>I was headed there anyway, right?  And RPGs were in my blood: Glorious PC-Gaming Master Race right here.  I had a destination, a weird icon to find, and some alleged bad guys out for me.<br/><br/>I give the cabbie an apologetic shrug - not that he's paying any attention - and dash out of the car before I'm drenched by the busted hydrant.  Orienting myself, I melt into the foot traffic heading down towards the Empire State Building.  I just wish I had a Latte of Fortitude on me.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Choice:<br/><br/>A.  Pull yourself together and walk the 1st block towards the Empire State Building