Who’s right?
Ryan: All right, this thing can be powered by ordinary diluted alcohol. The old man still has some left. Tiger, hide for now, we’ll go to the basement.
Task: Go through the basement in the night mode.
Bill: Ah. Well, hello to you. How’s your hunt?
Ryan: Ours or his? We’ve barely even started yet, and his is unsuccessful, as you can see. But back to business. We need alcohol.
Bill is filling his pipe without hurry.
Bill: And what for?
John: Thrust me, we just do.
Bill: Why?
John and the detective are siting and looking each other in the eyes calmly. Ryan watches it for several seconds and then scoffs.
Ryan: Secrets, damn you. As if Feather didn’t tell you.
Bill: No. Feather didn’t tell me anything. But we have a lot of people, you know. Cameras are easy to trick, but rats…
Ryan: Then you know exactly what we’re planning to fuel.
The old man nods slowly.
Bill: I do. You’re planning to break the door very loudly and very slowly. And after it falls down, you want to not get a bullet through your brains. I believe those are contradictory desires.
John: And you plan on knocking politely to enter?
Bill coughs.
Bill: Something like that.
Bill: I will not give you alcohol. I don’t approve of suicides. Especially with the help of maniacs. A single drop of blood can be enough for them to flip out, you know.
You completed the Apprentices' task and received some points of freedom and some tokens
Ryan: Then we’ll take it ourselves.
