Now that I've covered everything, it is time to begin studying you Incogsy. It is true, I know everything about you, your past, your real name, everything, however, I do not think like you, I am different, I will stay that way. However, I want to understand you, I want to know your feelings, your dreams, everything, so I payed a visit to your old weapon supplier, you know, the fascist? He's been supplying you for several years, even before you got mixed up in this game:
"Jesus, just fucking kill me already..."
"If I wanted you dead, you think I would have gone to all this trouble? I mean come on! My arms are sore fucking killing me from swinging this bat, show a little compassion, jeez."
"Please...Just do it..."
"Are you saying I don't know how to torture someone? Is that it!? You're saying I'm a moron or something? That I ain't good at my job?"
He was pissing me off
"ARE YOU CALLING ME A FUCKING MORON!?"
"You're not a moron, you're a goddamn lunatic."
"All right then, glad we understand each other. Now, lets talks about Incogny. You supply him with arms."
"There's lots of arms dealers in Moscow."
"Right. But only a handful who can provide the caliber of equipment that Incogny needs. I talked to the others, and by talk I mean bludgeoned to death. They all named you."
The look he was giving me, wasn't friendly.
"Why sell to a man like that? He can't have been good for business. Tends to kill off criminals, doesn't he?"
"Ten years ago, someone broke into my parents' home, robbed them, shot them both."
"Is this a joke? If so I've heard it before."
"Cops couldn't find the guy, but Incognito did."
"Ah, so it's a debt of honor, you owe the man. Does that mean you'd die protecting him?"
"Listen, you can beat me all the fuck you want. You can kill me, whatever..."
"Already intended to, but thanks."
"I don't know where he is. He's got safe houses all over the world, I wouldn't be able to take you to a single one."
"I know that. I'm not asking you how to find him. You think I'd break your legs with a baseball bat over something so trivial? No no no. You've met the man, talked to him, maybe even shook his hand. I want you to tell me how he sounds, how he smells. Does his breath stink? Does he shave every day? Does his hair look combed? If he was a tree, what kind of tree would he be? I want you to tell me everything you know, or think you know, about Incognito. I just want you to tell me what he's like."
We made a lot of progress with good ol' Fascist, I now know that unequivocally that Incognito does not shake hands with arms dealers. I've got the scent. Oh, I also killed good ol' Fascist, he outlived his usefulness.
Just like Incognito, I set myself on a journey, visit every single site in Moscow where Incognito had killed, I realize that it's the whole damn city, but I never look for easy ways out. One of those site's was his very old warehouse, the cops didn't even bother to clean it up, they just took the body, the blood splatters are still here along with a mattress.
You shouldn't have left your mattress Incogny, because now I can hear your dreams.
I will meet up with you Incognito, but first I must now you. I must know you in every way. I must know you, like I know myself. I must know this city, the very place where you began your career as a murderer, I must stand on every spot you've spilled blood here. I must know the men who hate you, who help you, who've died by your hand.
I must know where you came from, before I can know where you're going. I must know how you kill, how you live. I must eat the same food,fuck the same women, I must walk in your shoes. I must be you.
Before I can kill you.