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> Accept.
You thank the fat Italian guy, who opens the door for you and shifts to the other end of the very, very, very long, and, you realize as you sit down, ridiculously comfortable leather seat of the limo. You shut the door, and the Italian guy nods to the driver to drive on.
> "Thanks, I really appreciate this."
"No problem-a." replies the guy. "I'm just-a going to-a Vegas for an important-a business meeting. What is-a your a-business here?"
> "Job for the Chief of Police back in Grueland. Top secret."
You actually remembered. Nice.
Anyway, the limo drives along the highway in silence for an hour or two. The twilight darkens into night, and a broad moon rises. Eventually, the sound of traffic intensifies as the limo crosses the boarders of Las Vegas, and quite suddenly countless neon signs are flashing intensely on every side of you.
> Oooooh. Preeeeeety liiiiiiiights.
How you managed to figure out how to wield that shotgun I'll never know. Anyway, the limo eventually pulls up alongside the glitzy front entrance of one of the casinos, this one called 'The Catherine Wheel'.
"This is where I was going-a." says the Italian guy as you both get out of the limo. "Have a good evening-a."
The limo drives away, the Italian guy heads into the casino, and your insane urge to kill every living thing due to the insanely irritating nature of that guy's accent fades.
> And so it begins.
Aye; time to find this Kevin Gilligan bloke.
> Aw, but I wanna look at the preeeeeety liiiiiiiiights!
Shaddup. Anyway, you've got 150,000 dollars at your disposal and an entire city to search.
> Cool. Let's start with the brothels and the nudist beaches.
Not so fast, smart-ass. You now remember that the Chief gave you a document with Gilligan's details on it.
> But I'm HORNY!
Just...stop...talking.
Anyway, you pull the document out of your pocket and read it. Ah. From the looks of it, Kevin Gilligan is a rich, rich bastard.
> Is it just me, or is this story increasingly involving more and more rich people?
Do not question the implementor's literary genius.
Returning to the document, Gilligan is the owner of a particularly successful casino - the one you're standing outside right now, as it happens - and has two residences in Las Vegas: a penthouse a few blocks from here, and a lakeside resort further down south.
> Are there lakes in Vegas?
Would you stop cutting in? Anyway, the point is that Gilligan could be at any one of these three locations at any given time. You'll have to guess where to look for him first.
...well? I'm waiting.
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