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[Subparman]

Aha, the very first challenge. Gin's turn to die, or time to shine? Only the rolls will tell.

The only weapon I need is my claws, meow! I'll show the grownups how it's done, woof!!

1. I still have some decent weaponry in the storage room. Arm yourself with the best weapons you can find.

>... All right, so he wasn't completely right about that last part. Since those claws are just costume props, after all, at the very least you're probably gonna need to give those a little bit of an upgrade before trying to take down gangsters with them—Gin's going to head down to storage and see what he can find in that regard. Some kind of blades... knives, needles, brass knuckles, anything that could give the kid an upper hand in a tussle. If he finds them, he'll attach these to his paws and he'll be good to go.

>If he doesn't? ...Well, submachine guns were never a bad second choice, were they? Couldn't hurt to have some sickass bullet-shooting fingers...

2. Head up to Little Russia and search for Sidorov.

>Er, well, here's the thing. Searching for the guy isn't nearly as much as an issue, granted there aren't many limits on tracking someone down with a couple of local tips—it's more of getting there in the first place we're stuck at. Why is that, you ask? One, most twelve-year-olds can't drive, Gin included. Two, there aren't a ton of inconspicuous ways to raid a mafia base on foot. So, how exactly are we gonna go about solving this little hurdle?

... Obviously the best solution is to go in guns blazing.

After gathering sufficient information about the public establishments his target frequents, it's time to put this plan in action. Cursed Mafioso Gin, to the misfortune of whichever taxi driver ends up giving him a ride to Sidorov's location, will go full GTA and force them to send the goddamn car crashing straight through the walls of the fine restaurant of Mikhail Sidorov's choice—if all goes well, in the process also utterly demolishing any pesky bodyguards that would've gotten in the way. ... And the car. And a bunch of tables, that maaaybe had other patrons sitting at them at one point but we don't talk about that.

3. Deal with Sidorov permanently.

>I mean, assuming that the ridiculous entrance hasn't done him in already, this part is gonna be a no-brainer; Sidorov will behold as a 4-foot-tall, cat-eared aura menacingly emerges from the blazing wreckage and proceeds to fuck him up with whatever mishmash of stabby destruction he ended up borrowing from the boss, hopefully.

4. Send a message to the Russian Mafia that they're making a big mistake messing with me!

>Three words: custom light show. Hey, if fireworks can have special designs and everything, why not take it a step further? Gin splashes some alcohol (from the bar or something, probably, what restaurant doesn't have one of those really) up the walls, making sure to spell out a distinct pair of initials with the liquid: CB, for Carmello. Then he'll just tap a bit of flaming debris to it and— voila! A pretty memorable sight to anyone who stumbles across the burnt-in letters, for sure.

Yeah, it's improbable and metal as fuck, but it's for the sake of A R S O N. Arson and crime. Get rekt Simporov as the youngins might say.

5. Recover the stolen weapons and bring them back to my warehouses in Santa Castillo.

>And this is when Gin realises he hasn't thought this through and has to awkwardly carry the stolen cargo back himself, by hand. On foot too, mind you. Because he fucking obliterated his only means of transport 5 minutes ago.

Ah well; he may run a wee bit late with all the round trips compared to his coworkers, but guess all's well that ends well. (... if it does at all. RNGesus could do the lad a favour this once, maybe).