fuck that, no name or adress?

take a good look around, try to find a map.

>>197686
KILL EVERYONE

CLOTHES STORE! FIND CLOTHES STORE. Find target.

TEAR HIS JAW OFF. Embed into skull!

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>>197688
HERE'S A MAP. IT SAYS YOU ARE HERE. I DON'T THINK THE MAP IS A HERETIC. SCREW IT.

You swipe your claw through the lighted map dashing it to the tiled floor with a hiss.

>>197689
Already on it!

You fire into the crowd and mow down the shuddering staff of a pizzeria. With a leap forward you liberate several heads.

Shit. I didn't get a good look at that heretical map. But they never drop me too far from the target. Maybe find somebody with those blue pants. I'm a good talker too.

Wait. No I'm not.

>>197694
Grab the nearest heretic, drag them largely intact and screaming back to your drop pod and show them your target. Ask where to find the little fuck. If no satisfactory answear is forthcoming then smash their fucking skull in. Then just keep on going and do it until someone can point you in the right way, make sure to keep a civil tone when asking your questions.

Kill target, get feelgood drugs, eat cake. Sleep knowing this world is safer thanks to your work.

201 Apparel. 201 APPAREL.

GREEEEEEN.

Just in case SHOOT ALL WEARING BLUE PANTS ON THE WAY.

...ooh, home and garden.

>>197692
Clothes store. Right. Got it.

Arms slung back the assassin dashes into the crowd, through a cart piled with sausages and cheeses. With a swift bolt into the air he propels himself into the concrete sculpture of a fountain. It buckles as his claw drags through it and sends rubble into the water below.

Here's some clothes! Little, floppy bear shaped clothes. THEY'RE CLOTHING AN ARMY OF BEARS TO FIGHT AGAINST THE IMPERIUM!!!

He lands in a yellow room filled with children. Most are crying and hiding behind their parents. There is a large machine with white fluff tumbling around and around. It has a nozzle, or a barrel on one end. One child walks up to you with one of the freshly stuffed bears.

>>197702
EAT THE BEAR.

Bears are MANKINDS GREATEST ENEMIES! HOLDING OUR CHILDREN HOSTAGE. That must be why they're crying.

Destroy the machine!

No blue pants though.

201 Apparel get.

>>197704
are you saying the heretic works at a clothes store?

thats awfully convenient.

eat teddy bear, turn back and face blue corridor filled with clothes.

>>197702
A bunch of kids eh. And you target was a kid. Only one thing to do, kill all the children just to be sure. They will thank you in the future when they know of how you saved their world. Except they won't know, since nobody knows of what assassins do.

DON'T FORGET TO WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

>>197702
WRONG ROOM, WRONG ROOM! ah, screw it. Kill everyone anyway, but this isn't the right store.

>>197704
You gnash down on the bear, white fluff floating into the air. The child shrieks and runs.

I HAVE SAVED THIS CHILD! Time to use some GUN

A burst of neddle fire shatters the glass canister of the machine, the fluff spills onto the floor as the machine smokes. The children cheer as the assassin runs back into the hall.

201. 201. 201.

The assassin blasts away at every blue-pants citizen fleeing his wrath. What at first appears to be an Adeptus Astartes turns out to be a hollow plastic statue.

DAMN. It'd be nice to have the backup.

The assassin slides into an apparel store. The lighting is soft. The music is soft. There is a table of blue pants.

Okay. This must be the place. There's someone standing behind the counter. Not the target! Why isn't he moving?

>>197709
WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

>>197714
BUST THROUGH INTO THE BACK ROOM WHERE THE EMPLOYEES WORK AND KILL TARGET

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>>197717

>>197714
Destroy those evil pants. DESTROY THEM

>>197714
Ask him where the target is in civil and nice tones. When he can't answer flip the fuck out and strangle him with his own intestines.

>>197722
I'll do this first![/b

The assassin tears a grenade from his belt and ignites the table of pants. The citizen behind the counter bounders over it and cautiously makes for the door.

>>197724
"Hey mate, I'm just an Iquisitorial acolyte. I just mark the target. Wait, what are you gonna--"

[b]CLAWGUT MUTHERFUCKER! Replace your guts with CLAW!

>>197717
DOOR! HERE-DOOR!

The thin particle board is no match for the assassins skull. Behind the door are shelves of clothes, neatly folded. Three employees huddle in a corner.

Nope. Not the target. BUT THEY HID BEHIND THERE HERETICAL DOOR!

The employees erupts into a cloud of gore as the assassin runs down the stock room hall. Behind him, a box slams into the corridor from up above, blender parts shattering and scattering on the concrete.

WHERE IS THE TARGET! How can I corner him back here?!

>>197730
WHERE DID THAT BOX COME FROM.

Wut?

>>197734
IT FELL FROM ABOVE!

Oooh, I...don't...feel...so...good

[b/]THIS STOCK ROOM IS TALL. THERE ARE SHELVES and boxes going up the the ceiling.[/b]

Another box falls, the assassin flips backwards and avoids it.

Boxes keep falling from UP ABOVE

>>197735
Look up. Kill up.

>>197735
get up there, target is throwing boxes at you. KILL

Are there any METAL BAWKSES?

>>197737
The assassin leaps onto the scaffolding and begins to scale the shelves, one hand holding the metal bars, the other clutching his gun and blasting away.

There's the target, he's on the top shelf

The assassin rolls onto the shelf. The target draws a small gun. "Man, I do love me some heresy. Praise all the dark gods of chaos!

The assassin squeezes the trigger of his gun. It clicks. The target raises his piece and fires.

Bullet. I'LL HEADBUTT IT!

The assassin's mask breaks revealed his scarred face. Nose and hair sloughed away, lips peeled back, teeth sharpened into serrated knives.

Combat drugs wearing off.

The target raises his gun again. "You should be a heretic too."

>>197744
but then you'd have to kill yourself. you don't want to kill yourself. just kill him instead.

>>197744
We still have a bullet left!

No, wait, we don't. Scratch bullet, throw gun at Heretic.

Reach up and grab his leg with claw arm. Throw to the ground.

Just the leg, mind you. THe rest of him is for after.

>>197746
Yeah. Good plan!

The assassin charges forward. The target fires, misses. The assassin's claw swipes across, knocking the target into the narrow hall. Bones snap, the target hits the floor, the assassin drops down onto the mangled target, rending it apart with another swipe.

Fire time!

The assassin tears off another grenade and ignites the target's corpse.

Oh. BallsFire's spreading!

The stock room begins to cloud with smoke and heat. On his suit, a syringe hisses, pumping a fresh dosage of combat drugs into the assassin.

OOOOH YEAH!NOW WHERE DID I PARK

>>197751
THE FOOD COURT

>>197751
food court?

>>197751
We parked in the cheesehead court!

Stop at 401 and give a prayer to the Emperor

>>197761
Runrunrunrunrunrunrunrun -- FIRE BAD

The assassin dashes into the hallway, the fire spreading quickly to engulf the shopping mall. He slides into the chapel and rattles off a prayer to the Emperor.

OHEMPRAHWHOARTONTERRA!

The great statue of the chapel's saint Astartes raises its sword, but as fire licks the statue, sparks erupt from the statue, the arm dropping to the floor, mechanism whining and spinning.

ENTIRE MALL IS HERETICS!

>>197764
good thing it's burning, then, but you should get out, you aren't a heretic.

>>197765
FIRE GOOD THEN!

Arriving back at his drop pod, the assassin straps himself in.

AM I MISSING ANYTHING?

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>>197764
GET TO DA DROP POD!

>>197766
You're missing your mask!

>>197760
activate the drop pod.

failing that, activate nuke.

>>197768
it's broken anyway. you can get a new one, right?

>>197774
YEAH. BROKEN MASKS CAN'T HEADBUTT BULLETS![/b

The drop pod door slams shut as the turbine revs, rockets burn and send the pod into the sky.

[b]Sometimes, I like to take a moment, to reflect on the paradoxes of my position. Heresy brought that boy joy. NAH I'M JUST KIDDING!

In the upper atmosphere a shuttle collects the pod and carries it back to a waiting Inquisitorial cruiser. The door opens again, a hail of tranquilizer darts pierce the assassin's armor. His harness releases.

slEEpY...fEElIng..wOOzy...Hey?...Is it stIll a drOp pOd If Its gOIng Up?

>>197785
A question we may never have an answer for.

>>197785
tecnically its some sort of orbital shuttle.

anyway dont activate nuke. report mission was sucessful then crash to sleep with pretty emperor and his children invading the eye of terror to punch the heretics in the neck.

>>197796
i think our assassin friend is pretty much unconscious right now.

>>197785
SAULTE AND FALL DOWN ON YOUR FACE LIKE A GOOD SOLDIER