An auto-turret swivelled towards me and I saw the barrel. I didn't even have time to gulp, I was dead.
WAR showed a red 'X' over it and a 'Defences disabled,' message. 'Mission points deducted from total.'
Fucking fuckdicks! Taking out payment points because they actually helped me finish the mission? This wasn't unexpected of Ares, but still. It was shitty. I was getting shot at. I was freezing my a*s off. I was putting my a*s on the line for a pair of big, round snowballs. And some dickless executive decided that, no, if our operatives need help on the field to accomplish our own shady missions, we'll CHARGE THEM FOR IT!
Fuckers.
I went inside and hit them like a storm. I needed to earn some more points or the payday from this fiasco wouldn't be enough to pay Nico, his gas-guzzling h
