Workload is the 2nd mission in King of the Hill.
The 1st mission given to Miklos Lipton by Sergeant Otto Matic.
The 2nd mission in Chapter I: Welcome to Merryweather Security.
Plot
After Miklos has unpacked and gotten familiar with the Merryweather barracks sectioned in Fort Zancudo, he heads back to Sgt. Otto Matic's office, looking for answers about his actual role as a PMC. Inside, Mattic is beet-red, arguing with someone on a phone.
Matic: ...What? ...No, no, listen; we did it. We did what ya wanted. It's your civil duty to pay us for our services... No. No witnesses... Civilian casualties? ...Civilian casualties! Now, what does that got to do with ANYTHING? ...Listen, boy, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you've got to pay, or we'll take this to court... or maybe pay you a visit. Yeeeeeah... You don't want that, do ya? THOUGHT SO!
Miklos stands by the door, watching silently as Sargent Matic hangs up.
Matic: Feh... Some people really think a government-funded private military company does favors for them just because they happen to be friends with one of the high-ranking officers. Anyway, Private Lipton! How do you like the base?
Miklos: Fine. Actually, I've got some questions about Merryweather, and you know, the morality of it all.
Matic: Ha! Well, you don't have to care about morality here, son! That's one of the best bits of working in Merryweather Security; we murder, steal, pollute, rape, and everything imaginable, and we get the blessing from the President himself. Ah, morality. Forget it, and enjoy access to living the American Dream!
Miklos: I... I just want to do something worthwhile and get paid. Nothing else. I joined for the money, not for the... raping, stealing, and... "power."
Matic: But, Private! The power bit comes as a free side dish! Are you exactly sure..?
Miklos: Please, Sir. I'd rather not! ...I've already done a lot of things I'm not proud of.
Matic: ...OooooOooo! A mysterious new cadet with a mysterious past he won't talk about! Spare me, for fuck's sake. Just tell me what the hell is your problem.
Miklos: Civilian casualties... I had too many of them back in Afghanistan.
Matic: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. What's done is done. Don't care about them, they were all terrorists for sure.
Miklos: ...I wonder if I actually want this job.
Matic: HEY! Simply don't care! I don't care, why should you? Just "Hasta La Vista," or whatever that pig and rat said in that animated movie about lions. I forgot the name. BUT! A-ny-way... Go to Warehouse 8. There's some work for you. That's what you wanted, yes?
Miklos sighs and gets up, nodding.
Matic: It's a simple job. No one will die, well unless you can't operate. Good enough?
Miklos: Yes, Sir.
Matic: ...Civilian casualties... Haha.
Miklos leaves Matic's office and heads to Warehouse 8, where he meets Corporal Johnson waiting near the entrance with a clipboard and a smile.
Johnson: Ah, Lipton, right? New blood in the glorious world of Merryweather Security, huh? Surprised you survived Matic, for now anyways.
Miklos: Yeah, I guess. What's the job?
Johnson: (Chuckles) Don't get too excited. You're gonna take that forklift over there and move some crates around. Real thrilling stuff. Child's play.
Miklos: Forklifts? Really? That's what Merryweather hires for? I'm not even forklift licensed.
Johnson: Hey, look, not every day is explosions and shootouts, okay? Sometimes it's just logistics. You wanted a paycheck, right? Well, this is it. Besides, it's not so bad. You get used to the... uh, controversies.
Miklos: (Sarcastically) You mean war crimes.
Johnson: Look, I'm not saying we're perfect. But it's a job. It pays. And it keeps you busy. Beats sitting around staring at a wall, doesn't it?
Miklos: ...If you say so.
Miklos begins moving crates using the forklift as directed. The task involves placing eight crates in their designated spots around the fort. After finishing, he returns to Johnson.
Johnson: Nice work, Lipton. See? Easy money. Here's your fifty bucks.
Miklos: (Raises an eyebrow) Fifty dollars!? I thought the pay was good here!
Johnson: Hey, don't spend it all in one place. Mission accomplished, rookie. Welcome to Merryweather.
Miklos leaves the warehouse, slightly bewildered and angered by the mundane task and meager reward.
The next mission, Run, You Fools, is now unlocked.
Objectives
- Go to Warehouse 8
- Get on the forklift
- Move the crates to their destinations
Gold Medal Objectives
- Time - Complete in 6:00
- Certified - Move 2 Crates at a time
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