Attempt the Intermediate Quest

"Fuck it." you exclaim as you run towards the bank doors, your heels clacking on the hard asphalt as you point your weapon forward. This might be a bad idea, but you could always just bug out and abandon the quest, right?

You push yourself through the revolving doors, revealing a large room which serves as the main banking floor. Exquisite furniture, art work and chandeliers decorate the Romanesque pillars and architectural styling. The shiny decorated flooring of the main hall is littered with dead bodies, security guards, policemen and civilians lay motionless.

Bang. Bang. Gunshots are heard further down, increasing in intensity as you approach.

"Okay, okay." you whisper to yourself as you take careful steps forward. You feel a sense of dread, as if the situation was real. Your nerves on edge, your sweaty finger feels the cold trigger of your rifle.

"Don't try anything funny!" a voice bellows from behind as you turn instantly to face down a man in a suit and a tiger mask. He carries a shotgun on his white gloves, pointed at you. He stands a few meters from your position. "A-A girl?!" he mutters in excitement.

"Y-What.." you mutter as you point your gun back at the man, your limbs freezing up in fear.

"Why do you look so scared?" he asks as he looks down on his wrist and taps a few times to display a hologram readout. "Wait! you are level 1!" he laughs as he lowers his weapon.

"Uhh, yeah?" you reply. "I just started the game."

"What are you doing in here? This is a PVP focused quest!" he asks.

"They dropped me here, I just tried." you reply as you calm yourself down.

"Say, girl." the man speaks as he takes a few steps forward. "I should kill you right now and get some free XP, but since you're a chick, I'd offer you to join our squad."

"No thanks..." you stammer. "I..."

"You wanna get shot right now and waste time respawning at the hospital? I heard login queues are really long..." he mocks as he steps closer to you and toys with his shotgun.

"I'd just leave the quest, I..."

"Nuh uh, girl." he laughs and shoves his shotgun barrel in your breasts. "You're either XP or you're sucking me off, woman!"

"Fuck off!" you exclaim as you immediately perform a dive-roll behind a counter as the loud blast of the man's shotgun deafens you momentarily, debris flying off as the spread shot misses you by a head's length.

You prime your own weapon and fire a few rounds off over the counter top.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The spent shells eject from your rifle and ricochet off the ground, your muzzle flash lighting up the hall.

"Nice try, girl. Great reflex stats from a pretty body like that, who would have known huh?!" the man laughs. "But your level 1 weapon does nothing against my armor rating."

"Shit!" you mutter under your breath as you take quick scans around the environment.