[ The Blista Compact Niko took off the streets of Liberty City already saw better days before he got hold of it. It now looks like it is ready for the scrap yard as it sits on the curb with the engine smoking, bumper hanging off, and the hood nowhere to be seen. And is there blood on the windshield? It sure looks like it, but there is Niko standing looking a bit better than the car as he shrugs off his bloodied suit coat and tosses it into the backseat of the car.
He was careless as he was caught up in a mob hit that alerted the police and a chase ensued. ] You'd think these people would learn to get out of the way when they hear a siren. Damn idiots.
[ Niko grumbles under breath, and he looks over his shoulder to see a familiar face. He is hurting but he is sure he can just sleep everything off. He always does. But he manages to crack a brief smile. ]
And it is a bit of a surprise seeing you here. Or maybe it isn't.
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He was careless as he was caught up in a mob hit that alerted the police and a chase ensued. ] You'd think these people would learn to get out of the way when they hear a siren. Damn idiots.
[ Niko grumbles under breath, and he looks over his shoulder to see a familiar face. He is hurting but he is sure he can just sleep everything off. He always does. But he manages to crack a brief smile. ]
And it is a bit of a surprise seeing you here. Or maybe it isn't.
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