You opened the door. Nothing bad was happening actually. Just some offices that were laughing hard. They had the cocaine that they got from that building on the table. Wait a minute. You point at the empty boxes of cocaine, angrily looking for answers.
“Oh, what, this? Yeah, it’s illegal...if you are in the lower ring. We are police my fellow anti-terrorist, we are doing whatever the fuck we want. Relax, take some as well. Don’t tell me you are going to betray Uncle Mike like that.”
The officer puts some of that white death in front of you. Will you take it though? Or will you not. You don’t want them to think you are a traitor, right? But you also don’t want to take drugs, right?
To take the drug, go to page 4To refuse and become a traitor, go to page 5.