[ WP ] When you murder someone you gain their knowledge . You really should not have killed your latest target .

As the body fell across the street, the familiar feeling of new knowledge rushed Jims head. He never got used to it, even tough he had felt it countless times before. He dismantled the long range SCAR rifle while he started probing the newcomers. A long time ago, John had adviced him against it. 
 
 `` Knowledge is learned, not absorbed! Absorbe too much and it will drive you mad.'' 
 
 He must have had a point since John himself had gone out with an cucumber up his butt and a 12 gauge in his mouth. But Jim had a curious mind, he had always been that way he tought as he filled his briefcase with the weapon parts and started walking the way he came in. Once he had killed a man and learned that you had to riffle shuffle a deck seven times before it was completly random. He liked that kind of knowledge. Hopefully this guy had learned something cool. 
 
 He was walking down the service stairs as he realised he now knew yiddish. 
 
 `` באַרען דיין מוטער!'' 
 
 The service stairs echoed his first phrase in the language back to him and he smiled. Yes, that's pretty cool. He exited the service area and walked out to the big casino-floor. The gambling machines rang and closeby a beatiful blonde in a red dress laughed. She had had an abortion when she was 13 and recently fucked her husbands brother. Jim did n't not know how he knew it. No, he knew, he had killed someone who knew, but he did n't know who or how they knew. Maybe his last kill? He had n't noticed the blonde on his way in. More familiar faces appeared over the floor as he aimed for the exit. 
 
 It was a pretty cold day in Vegas, for this time of year. He loved this town and he hated it. His original feelings for the place were long time buried. He waved down a cab and sat in the back. 
 
 `` Henderson please, Carver park. `` The driver nodded. 
 
 Yiddish, what else...? Some new recipes for meat stew and a how to give feedback effectivly? Gah, that was unusally lame. Suddenly the drivers head reformed into a paddleboard shape. His ears and hair sucked into his head and his skin went gray. An alien was driving the taxi. 
 
 `` Baarrgh..!'' was all he could muster out in his suprise as he pressed against the back of his seat. The horror was strong but suddenly calmed. He knew these guys. They landed in'69 and had hidden amongs them ever since. 
 
 `` Are you alright?'' the alien asked. 
 
 ``... Yes, yes! Just a little cold. How is your planet this time of year? Or, your homeplanet I mean.'' he mustered out, hoping that he had n't offended the alien. 
 
 Steven stared in the mirror at his passenger in the back. Was he joking? 
 
 `` Earth is normally warmer this time of year.'' 
 
 Great, another nutjob.
