A shame you have nothing with which you can improvise a white flag. "I come in peace!" you call out. "Hold your fire, and I'll explain everything."
A pause, and then you hear a shouted reply. "Fine. Step out where I can see you. We'll talk."
Warily, you move partway out of cover. You aren't wholly surprised when a burst of gunfire hammers into the building around you, forcing you to dart back into hiding.
Seems like somebody didn't believe you.
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You search around the building's interior for some reflective surface, so that you can watch for the sniper more safely. But you find none. With a frown, you quickly peek out of the building's window once again. But you see nothing.
Just then, a fizzing grenade comes flying into the building, shooting out jets of choking black smoke that quickly fills the room. You have little choice; you stumble out of your cover.
Of course, the sniper is waiting for you. Up close, you see that he is a short man, wearing some sort of cybernetic body armor. His head nonetheless remains uncovered. You guess him to be maybe thirty years old, with greasy hair and a coating of stubble across his chin.
"I've done nothing to you," you say, wiping away tears from the stinging smoke, as the sniper trains his rifle on you. "I'm not your enemy."
The sniper looks you over, and then makes a decision. "The hell you aren't. Sit on the floor, and keep your hands behind your head," instructs the sniper. "We got some unpleasant business to do here. No reason we can't talk a few minutes first, though."
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