![]() He cuffs him and takes him to the courthouse. ![]() The cop walks calmly over to the surviving hooligan, desperately crawling from the scene, legs broken. Disappointed, they take everything I've got anyway, laughing, and then step back into the street. I've got maybe $50 in my pockets, and my aforementioned supplies. I press the Tab key and reluctantly put my hands behind my head. "Put your fucking hands up," the pastel-shirted one instructs, pulling out a. I take a bite out of a peach and down a bottle of water. "It makes you look like you're hiding something." I'm digging through my backpack for my goods. And I don't think these guys are playing for the first time. This is how both criminals and newbs alike tend to dress in Altis Life. My two stalkers look like they're dressed ironically, beach-goers with a lack of style, but I know that this is just the mod's default clothing loadout. ![]() I jiggle the handle a few more times for no good reason. My pursuers step into the yard, blocking its only exit. I move into the nearest backyard and attempt to open the door of the house it belongs to. In a second, I'm quickening my step into a sprint. I walk out of the heart of downtown slowly, to not draw attention, but then my walk turns into a jog, like I'm Keyser Söze at the end of The Usual Suspects, when I notice two men walking behind me.
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