Chapter 15 - Revie

First Blood Mission Received!

Objective: Kill a Man

Reward: 150 Evil Points

Jack felt his fingertips go cold and a company of goosebumps went down his spine.

- "Are you serious?" He asked quietly, exhaling weakly

- "Quite." - Gunther nodded - "It's time to move on to more serious things."

- "But I don't want to kill anyone ..."

- "But you want those one hundred and fifty points." - smiled O'Dim, when Jack pursed his lips - "And this is already half the case."

- "And yet I cannot go and purposely kill a person, even knowing that he is not very good ..." - Jack sighed and lowered his head, touching his chest with his chin - "Perhaps he is evil for society, but suddenly he has a family? A sick mother there, or starving children ... For them, he is unlikely to be bad. And to take away the very road that a person has his life ... This is somehow too much. " - he shook his head

"However, you are in Ruanapur, which means that someone less conscientious may try to take your life, do you understand?" - said O'Dim soulfully - "If you kill someone during self-defense, this will also be counted."

Jack said nothing. He, deep in thought, stood for a while in silence, until it was again broken by the voice of the master, the mirror in his head.

- "To make it easier for you to think, I'll tell you what happens after death, Jack." - He smiled slightly - "It's really simple here. It all depends on your religion. If you are an atheist, then reincarnation awaits you. If you are a believer, then paradise awaits you, or what religion promises you for your faithful service to the Lord. That's all."

- "Wait a minute." - Opening his eyes in surprise, Jack said - "But what about hell there or something like that?"

- "For frequent hell, this is just a babayka for believers. It all depends on the universe you are in. "

- "What do they do with sinners? Those who believe in God, but violate his commandments. "

- "There are no sinners, because if you sincerely do not serve God, then you are not a believer, but a real atheist who simply decided to serve God for the sake of profit or fear. Although, again, it all depends on the universe. " - O'Dim threw up his hands - "It's a pity when there are no Gods and planes of existence in the universe, and rational beings still believe in them, sincerely hoping for paradise ... and in the end, they get a simple reincarnation."

- "And ..."

"There are no Gods or plans in this universe, Jack. The souls of the dead simply go to reincarnation, regardless of karma. "

- "I see." - Jack sighed.

- "Yes, and if they went to hell, then so what?" - O'Dim shrugged his shoulders - "If your victim deserves hell, then it's not so wrong that you killed her, is it?"

- "I don't know… It's just that this person could change, deserve forgiveness, otherwise I doom him to hell, without the opportunity to change."

"Do you think it's easy to earn God's forgiveness?" - smiling, shook his head Gunther - "And how many people do you think there are people who have committed vile evil and truly disgusting deeds, and then regretted it and tried to somehow fix everything?"

Jack didn't answer. For a while he just stood in the room, thinking about the assignment.

- Okay, there is no point in thinking and time. I have a business. - he shook his head and left the office

...

Outside, the usual life for the institution was already going on.

The first guests came and sat down at the tables for a drink. The girls, who wanted to earn money and did not want to wait, immediately sat down with the guests and had a nice conversation.

Bob, found by Jack a tramp virtuoso, was already playing the blues, and some guests treated him to whiskey. Jack didn't mind that he was drinking as long as he could behave adequately and play his instrument.

"So today I have to negotiate a discount for girls with one of the local hospitals, donate most of my salary to an orphanage, practice shooting, and run an evening run with Hiro." - Jack listed, sitting at the bar and breakfast - "Today is going to be a pretty interesting day."

- "Your truth." - Gunter slightly smiled, from which Jack initially tensed, and then dismissed it

"I'll start with the shelter. Don't put it off. " - Jack nodded to himself and put down an empty plate - As always, everything is delicious. The coffee is still great, Leah.

"We don't know any other way, boss. - the bartender grinned

- Okay, I'm gone. - said Jack, getting up from his chair

- Good luck. - Leah shouted in his back

...

- Well, here he is. - Jack said quietly, examining the shelter

It was not far from the city center, but it felt like the orphanage building had been teleported straight from the slums.

All cracked and scuffed. The wooden fence has long been rotten and kept only on the faith of the residents of the orphanage.

- Well, it's good that at least the building is quite large, like the attached plot. He muttered, watching the children play in the yard.

They were all in shabby cheap clothes that had been repaired more than once. Thin little bodies hinted at a not too high-calorie diet, but to Jack's surprise, these children seemed even happier than those children who had much more since childhood.

He slowly opened the gate and entered the grounds.

The children immediately noticed the guest.

Having stopped playing, they began to look with interest and caution at the big fat uncle.

- Hello. - Jack smiled good-naturedly, waving his hand - I'm looking for someone who looks after you.

The children were silent for a while, until one girl, who looked like the oldest, timidly asked - And you won't do anything to her?

- No, what are you. I came with good intentions. - Jack shook his head

"Okay… Marisha, call Sister Amelia.

The smaller girl nodded and ran into the building.

- Thank you. - he nodded and began to expect a certain Amelia

A minute later, the little girl came back and pointed her finger at Jack.

Then a woman appeared on the threshold of the house ... or a girl ... It was difficult for Jack to understand the age for some reason.

- "Lord have mercy ..." - Jack thought in shock

- "It's funny to hear that from a user of the Evil System." - grinned O'Dim

The black robe that covered the entire body of this Amelia was rather shabby, but of course, this did not shock Jack.

He was shocked by the lady's appearance. All he could see was her face, but it was one huge burn scar of about the third degree. One eye was missing, the nose was severely deformed, as were the lips.

- "What happened to her ..." - Jack tried to pull himself together. He understood that he should not look at the scars, that is, focus on them, but what if this lady is one walking scar?

"Look, she looks like the ghoul from that game you played. Fallout seems ... "- Gunther said with a smile, but Jack did not appreciate his humor and condemningly" Quoted "

- You wanted to see me? - said, Amelia

Her calm, deep young voice startled Jack a little. The girl should have made a career in the field of vocals.

- I would like to help the shelter. - he said a little awkwardly.

- Help? Amelia asked in surprise.

- Yes. Do you accept donations?

- Yes, but ... If you want to offer money, then I advise you to stop right now. She said softly so that only Jack could hear

- Uh ... Why? - also quietly asked Jack, bending his head a little

Amelia froze for a second - This money will not reach the children. If you want to help, please, give the guys clothes, food or toys, but not money. Money will only bring us grief.

Jack froze. "Someone shaking this crumbling shelter?"

The girl lowered her head with sadness - I understand that this is an extra hassle for you ...

- No-no-no. All right. I understand. - he raised his hands, pulling on a smile - Clothes? Okay. I'll be back tomorrow with nice clothes.

Now it was Amelia's turn to freeze. They rarely come to help. Almost all of them try to help with money and almost none of them will then bring toys or clothes when she refuses to accept money. - Thank you. - she said sincerely, although she thought that tomorrow she would not see any children's clothes from him

- Not at all yet. - Jack said, leaving the orphanage - "Okay, tomorrow I will have to organize clothes for the little ones ... Now you can go to Eda and buy cartridges for training, and then go around the hospitals."

Finding a taxi quickly, Jack went to the Church of Violence

...

Jack only bought cartridges in this church, so he was already remembered here.

That is why almost no one looked sideways at him as he walked along the alley.

After knocking on the door several times, Jack waited. Then he heard something glass break and an unfamiliar, slightly drunk, woman's voice, laughing, said - Ha-ha-ha, I ate my ass on church grubs, that you can't get up off the couch normally.

- Fuck off, otherwise, this ass will be on your face. - Eda, who was a little drunk, said and stomped towards the door - Whom the hard one brought today ...

The door opened abruptly and if Jack had stood a little closer, he would have had to collect his teeth on the ground

- Oh, it's you, Jack. - Eda was surprised and hiccupping, adjusted her rose-colored glasses

- Yeah. - Jack smiled a little awkwardly.

- Well no. Do you, as always, three packs of 45 ACP?

- Yes.

- Okay, come in, wait inside. - waved her hand to Ed

Jack went inside and saw a dark-haired girl sitting relaxed on a leather sofa with her legs on the table. She held a cigarette in one hand, a pistol in the other.

Short shorts, a top, non-laced ankle boots. Judging by her powerful legs and abs, she was friends with sports.

Picture:

- I still interfered ... - Jack said a little nervously - "Revy, damn it ..."

- Not ... Well, not much anyway. - said Ed and passing by the table added - Okay, Revy, I'll serve Jack. Jack, don't let that bitch gulp the leftover whiskey alone.

Jack did not even have time to react, as Eda had already left, leaving him alone with the real beast. No, worse, with a drunken beast, in whose hand was now a pistol.

Much to Jack's annoyance, Revie's dull eyes focused on his carcass.

- "Che is so scary ..." - Jack swallowed