This is definitely not what I imagined my first day in Vulcrom to be like. I've been here for only a few hours and have spent most of them in the sewers surrounded by shit (again) and in infestation with goblin sharks. I'm not sure why I'm even doing this. Why I keep spending time with these idiots. They are like children who got handed a gun and a knife and let loose to do as they please. I feel that they'll get me killed sooner than later if they don't kill each other first.
What I want is to get the tools and his friend back to Michael. I owe that to Sparkos and to Ankita. If he's fixed, I've kept my end of the deal.
I need to sort out the business with the platinum and our shared boat somehow.
And then I need to do what I came here for.
If that doesn't involve my former crew, it might just be better for everyone. They intend to investigate the girl, the medusa, in the sewers and Martin who turned people into statues. The last thing I want is to deal with this insane person. It might be a good business model but even I know that that crosses a line. It's not my responsibility to deal with it. There is law enforcement in Vulcrom. Let them figure it out.