3 Getting started
As the man swings his fist at Chris, who barely dodges, he says, "I'll admit, kid, you've got some reflexes, but that won't be enough. Boss wants me to beat you a little, you know, to teach you a lesson on why you shouldn't miss a payment."
Dodging a couple more swings, Chris quickly thinks about an operator to deal with this. "Zero," is all he thinks as a punch flies towards his face.
As he thinks "zero," the fighting experience of 63-year-old Samuel Leo "Sam" Fisher quickly weaves the fist and responds with an uppercut, causing the man to stumble back.
"Come on, kid, you don't want to do this. You don't know who you're messing with," the man yells as he swings again, only to be weaved and punched in the side.
"Kid, you don't understand. Just let me beat you, and nothing worse will happen. The Penguin isn't one who likes it when you defy him," the thug says, taking a boxing stance.
The man charged forward, fists flying as he aimed to land the first blow. But Chris was quick, ducking and weaving through the onslaught, his movements fluid and precise. With a swift kick to the man's knee, Chris sent him staggering backward, momentarily off balance. Seizing the opportunity, Chris struck with a series of rapid punches, each one finding its mark with deadly accuracy. The man fought back with brute force, but Chris was too fast, too agile, slipping through his defenses like a wisp of smoke.
As the man punched again, Chris ducked it and responded with a clean uppercut, dropping the man.
"Well, fuck, this sucks," Chris says, looking at his knuckles, which are beet red.
Popping one of his knuckles back into place, Chris lets go of zero as he goes back to his normal mind. The pain sets in.
"Gahhhhhhh, what the fuck," he yells as he holds his hand, quickly bringing zero back as his pain tolerance increases. "I see when I hit him with those uppercuts, I fractured my left hand and dislocated a knuckle," Chris thinks as he stares at the man's body, who starts to move.
"Shit, is he getting back up already?" Chris thinks, looking around for something to defend himself when he sees an cardboard box with a packet inside it.
"Well, it's time to test my second ability," he thinks, reaching into the box he grabs the packet and starts to use his ability, imagining the gun he wants and watches as an LFP586 materializes in front of his eyes, fully loaded.
quickly pointing the gun at the man who is now sitting up Chris throws a packet at his chest "there is the money you want, now get the fuck out of my house"
"chill kid I wasn't sent here to kill you, so don't kill me please, kid" the man says grabbing the back and limping out the front door
putting the gun down he watches it dissolve into the air as Chris locks the door and almost immediately falls to the floor exhausted
"this might have escalated to much" chris thinks before sleep takes him
