Trust Leila
From Create Your Own Story
"Look," you say. "I'm just a Lebanese businesswoman. I was wounded when I got caught in the crossfire of a shootout. The cops questioned me at the hospital. When they asked me my religion I told them I was a Muslim because I thought that was what they wanted to hear. But because I lied about that one thing, they've become convinced that I'm someone dangerous and threw me in here. Well, I'm not going to just sit in here and rot. I'm getting out. But I need help."
"Well, one of us is coming with you," says Leila.
"Finally, something we agree on," Alia mutters.
The two of them begin arguing. You know it's time to make your decision. You swing your fist, punching Alia in the jaw and knocking her out.
"Good choice," whispers Leila. She reaches down and suddenly and brutally snaps Alia's neck.
"What the hell was that for?" you demand. "She was already unconscious. She wasn't going to bother us."
"She's a police spy," hisses Leila. "If she wakes up all she has to do is holler and we're both dead. I made sure that won't happen."
You look at Alia's corpse, wondering if you made the wrong choice. But no time to think about that now. Using Leila's hairpin and your lock-picking skills, you open the cell door and slip out.
The two of you make your way towards the exit. From one direction you hear guards' voices, laughing and joking. Leila begins heading in that direction.
"What are you doing?" you ask. "They'll see us. We have to get out now."
"We need some weapons," says Leila.
"We can get those la-" You stop talking, as Leila has already headed off down the hall.
| Status | ||
| Health | {{{Health}}} | Equipment:
Data drive, cyanide capsule |
| MP | {{{MP}}} | |
| Level | {{{Level}}} | |
