Well, plans. Were they good plans, well-thought-out plans, safe plans? Oh, hell no. Did we get to go shopping, get laid, get drunk (get laid again)? Well, of course. As I said, we had a plan, and, generally speaking, our plans always include these things. Like, duh? More importantly, though, did we accomplish anything? Ah, now there in lies the crux. (Strange word crux. Synonyms: nitty-gritty, core, bottom. Bottom is better. But I digress. Again.) In any case, yes, we accomplished certain things, garnered new bits of information. Did anyone get hurt in the process? Injured, maimed, murdered? Come on, now, look who we’re talking about here. Yes, murder and mayhem ensued. It bears repeating -- like, duh. So let’s backtrack. Here’s what went down. Or who went down, as was the case. Will, as promised, upon our return searched the local police records for anything he could find on Liko. Not surprisingly, as life is never that easy, our driver came up squeaky clean.
