Something isn't right, you don't know what is as information is proving to be hard to come by today. You walk down the driveway and into the backyard. There is a small patio complete with two outdoor lounge chairs. On one of the chairs is a heavyset man smoking a cigarette. This man might as well wear a sign that says "criminal" and you're positive it's better to stay away from him. There is a backdoor leading into the house and plenty of space between the man and the open door for you to avoid drawing attention. You manage to get inside and find yourself in a kitchen. Ignoring the dirty dishes everywhere you walk out of the kitchen and into a foyer. Briefly glancing at the rooms along the hallway you find they are all empty and eventually you reach the front entrance.


A stairway to your left is your only option as you quietly head upstairs. On the upper floor there are a few doors to the left and a few to the right. You hear footsteps that are too heavy to belong to Carla coming from the right so you head left, as you look into a room and at last you find Carla. The discovery is bittersweet as you notice she is tied to a chair with blood coming out of her nose and she has acquired a shiner along with several other bruises. Without thinking you walk in as Carla franticly shakes her head, then you feel something hit on the back which causes you to fall to the ground. You're vision is a bit blurry but you see a man with slicked back blonde hair, wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, along with a revolver in his hand.


"Hello Ben, I'm Westfield, selling of drugs and take of lives, yeah that was lame I have to work on that, anyway it has come to my attention you're looking for your little sister and to answer the two questions on your mind, yes I took her and the reason why was I wanted to make money off her by turning her into a whore, I'm sorry about this, I purposely only take girls that have no family to avoid situations like these, but that dumbass Steve lied to me, good thing I killed him while I had the chance, sadly this makes you a loose end and you know what happens to lose ends, but since this wasn't suppose to happen, I'll give you a chance to say your final words, make them count" Westfield rambles.


Behind Westfield you notice Carla beginning to free herself from the ropes tying her hands to the chair she is in. If you can continue to distract Westfield long enough, she should be able to free yourself. "Well what are your last words?" Westfield asks impatiently.

You say "Go fuck yourself"

"Go fuck yourself," you bark at Westfield.


"Go fuck yourself, that's what you want you're last words to be?" Westfield responds puzzled. "It's not very original and not exactly something you want written on your tombstone, although there is grave in Canada and I swear to god it has the words 'Fuck you' written on the side, but it's not obvious, you have to really pay to attention to see it but it's there," Westfield continues to blather but you can see Carla almost is free of her restraints. If you can just distract Westfield for a little bit longer Carla should be able to escape.

You say "What's your name?"

"What's your name?" You ask in order to keep Westfield's attention on you instead of Carla.


"It's Westfield, that's literally the first thing I told you," Westfield says somewhat baffled by your question.


"No, I mean your real name, if I'm going to be killed, I should have the right to know the identity of the person who is going to do it."


"I see your point, alright I'll let you in a little secret, I was born and raised in a town called Westfield in New Jersey, I loved that town, of course when I first became a criminal I made a lot of mistakes and the police were closing in on me, I eventually had to leave and I resettled here in Van Hove, I learned that it's important to have an alias and to make sure the police are on your side, most people think nicknames are way to be cool but for me, they make staying out of jail a little easier, but if you must know-" Westfield's rambling is interrupted by Carla who punches him squarely in the jaw knocking him down.


Without hesitation Carla grabs Westfield's revolver and points at him. "Shut the fuck up, you annoying loquacious bastard," Carla demands. She offers you her hand and helps you off the floor.


"Are you alright?'" Carla asks.


"Yeah, I'm fine what about you?" You ask in regard to the injuries Carla obtained.


"Don't worry, it's nothing that won't heal in a few weeks." Carla says as she keeps her gun firmly aimed at Westfield.


"Well detective are you going to kill me or what?" Westfield goads as he continues to lay on the floor. "You've must have fantasized about this moment hundreds of time, don't chicken out now."


"As much as I'd love to shoot your fucking head off, I need you alive to tell me where Victoria Higgins is."


"Yeah and then you'll just kill me anyway, tell you what if you give me your word that you'll spare me, I'll lead you to her."


"You're going to take her at her word?" You interrupt, somewhat baffled by what Westfield said.


"Ben, I've known Carla for years and if it's one thing I've learned about her it's how much pride she has in the fact she is honest and incorruptible, it would go her against her nature to say she'll let me live and then just kill me, she calls it honor but in reality it's just egotistical."


"Shut up," Carla snaps at Westfield.


"So what's it going to be detective, is letting me live worth the life of Ben's sister?"


"Alright you fucking asshole, you have a deal but if try anything I'll hurt you very badly, now call your two thugs downstairs to get in here, this deal doesn't include them."


"Fair enough, they failed in their task to keep intruders out so it's no skin off my nose if you kill them."


"Ben, take cover," Carla warns you.


You hide behind a dresser in the room while Westfield calls for his men. "Lewis, Jerry get you're asses up here!" He yells. Walking into the room oblivious unaware of the trap, the two men enter the room. Carla using Westfield's own revolver shoots one of the thugs in the eye while the other reaches for his gun. His able to take out of the holster but is shoot in the throat before he can even aim it at Carla.


"Now tell me where Victoria is," Carla aims her gun back at Westfield.


"Hillside apartments, it looks like an apartment building on the outside but it's really a whorehouse, she was brought there early this morning, the address is 197 Hillside Street," Westfield informs.


"Let's go get her then," You say rather impatiently.


"Hang on Ben, how many men do you have at this building?"


"There's the man in charge, Ivo and I think he was two guys with him,"


"Just three guys?" You interrupt once again baffled.


"I own the police, I don't need to waste money recruiting more muscle then I need, besides there is also going to be about eight girls and a few johns" Westfield points out.


"Well we should get over there but before we do..." Carla trails off midsentence. She heads to the dresser you hid behind earlier and opens the top drawer, all the while keeping an eye on Westfield. She pulls out a set of handcuffs and tosses them to Westfield.


"Put these on," Carla orders.


"Kinky," Westfield quips as he puts the handcuffs on his wrists.


Carla goes to the body of one of the dead henchmen and takes the gun from its hand. "Take this," she says in a way that makes it sound she isn't going to take no for answer.


"I don't know how use these thing," You whine.


"You just aim and shoot."


Reluctantly you take the gun from Carla as she goes back to Westfield. "On your feet asshole."


Westfield complies and the three of you head out of room and downstairs. "Ben, we're taking your car it would be a dead giveaway if we show up in my cruiser, also you're going to have to drive, I won't be able to do the driving and keep an eye on this fucker."


You nod your head in agreement and go out the front door. Once in your car along with Carla and Westfield you drive off to Hillside apartments. When you arrive you notice that the apartment building doesn't look anything like you thought it would, in fact it looks ordinary. Since most of your knowledge of the outside world has been through TV and movies rather than firsthand experience, the events that have happened today have made you realize the world is for better or worse not quite what you thought it was. You pull into a parking spot in front of the building.


"So I'm going to head ask for your sister, once I get her it's mission accomplished, there's nothing to it," Westfield plans out.


"Let's get going," Carla instructs.


"Hold it there detective, my men know who you are, they will shoot on sight, not that I care but it would put my life in danger as well, Ben has to bring me in, also you're going to have to remove this handcuffs, they will defiantly know something is wrong if I enter the building wearing these."


"Don't take your eyes off him," Carla warns you. "If I here gunshots I'm coming guns blazing." Carla lets Westfield out of his cuffs as you get out of the car. Westfield soon does the same while you heed Carla's advice and watch every move he makes.


"I saw the way you looked at Northcutt, do you have a thing for cops or authoritative women in general?" Westfield pokes fun at you. 


Due to being far more focused on finding Victoria you ignore Westfield and the two of you head inside. The interior looks just as ordinary as the exterior as you make your way to the front desk. Behind the desk was a heavy set man who might as well be wearing a sign that said "sleazy", he must be Ivo. He is looking into space when he noticed you and Westfield. Upon recognizing his boss he becomes much more attentive.


"Westfield sir, what brings you here? Ivo says somewhat surprised by Westfield's presence. "Who's this with you?"


"Never mind who this is, bring me Victoria," Westfield demands with a no nonsense attitude.


"Who?"


"The girl that was brought in this morning you moron."


"Yes of course I'll get her right away," Ivo obliges as he scurries from the front desk and goes up a flight of stairs. Several tense minutes later he comes back down with a girl, it takes you a moment to figure this is your sister. She is covered in bruises, has an eye swollen shut and looks absolute petrified.


"What happened to her?" You say very upset which causes Ivo to look at you awkwardly.


"My friend asked you a question," Westfield reminds Ivo.


"Oh yes, you see the first customer who requested her, nearly got his eyes scratched out, I had to break her, so she would understand the consequences." Rage fills your body of the thought of this lowlife causing harm to your sister, you remember the gun Carla had given you.