GM: Dean Players: Viper, Dean. Synopsis: A pair of shadow ops meet by chance in a tattoo parlor, talk shop and have a coffee, then one gets a call for a meet. When the 2 arrive at the meeting point, they discover that the contact has been taken captive by a squad of mercs. Dean is fond of his fixer they were to meet, so they take out the mercs in an aggressive gun battle after sneaking in and attempting to ambush the opposition. Date: A Sunny Saturday Morning on May 22, 2071 Meet, Skewed to a Cocked Hat + Chance Meeting in a tattoo parlor Fort Lupton - Coyote Station Nine plays her funkadelic music inside her brown and dirty looking (disguised) sedan. But, Nine is not disguised today. No more lunchboxes running around! And, she notices the new station. She decides… to park, get out, lock up, and then head inside with the sweep of greatcoat tails following in her wake! Whiskey and Dean are talking about trading or buying a tattoo and Nine has just walked up and said Hello. "Well maybe me could take it out in trade what ju gots to offer?" Whiskey sneezes as Nine walks up, he must be allergic to cats or something. Dean glances around quickly and says, "Well, ya got me omae. I just blew all my yen on upgrades. May have ta come back after a few jobs, unless… you got an idea." Viper is just exploring the area herself and came in to look around. Spotting the troll and human talking, she nods to the both of them, though the other woman coming in catches her attention as well. She keeps off to the side for now, just looking and watching for the moment. Nine waves to the two outside the Tat Parlor. She grins some and then smirks as the fellow sneezes, feeling bad but also getting a little giggle about it. However, cause they are in convo, she decides to linger a few meters away, like Viper because she does not want to interrupt. Mica's popular this morn! Whiskey makes that look that designates that he is thinking hard, or maybe he is constipated. Seeing everyone else walk up he smiles and waves. "Well me might haf an idea but me will haf ta talk to somebody first, ju maybe free ta help me out wit some work later on dis week? Ju know anytin about music biz?" "Ju want ta take dis inside way from street where we can talk in comfort?" Whiskey says motioning to everyone on the street. Dean raises an eyebrow. "Chummer, I need the work, no question there. Can't even afford t'bribe smugglers n'shit, lucky I paid rent already, doc /really/ cleaned me out." He whips out a crumpled paper pack o' smokes, "You mind Slim? I met that ticket puncher spirit the other day, told me not to, but maybe with you here… I could offer one to coyote and he'd handle the train man. Can't say I know jack about the music biz." He shrugs, "Inside, yeah." Dean pushes open the door to the tattoo parlor, and you hear a bell jingle. " Ju know ju should no smoke dat crap it make ju cough, here ju smoke dis it much bedder fo ju an ju spirit, me picks it me self." Whiskey says rooting around in his satchel till he finds a handkerchief filled with hand rolled um…cigarettes and hands one to Dean. Viper was thinking mostly of just passing through, but the invitation to come in perked her curiosity so she came into the parlor. She hadn't really thought much of getting a tattoo, but it might make a nice change… as well as change her looks a bit so she's not as easily recognizable be people that might be after her… Nine moves over to find herself a seat on one of the awesome tan chairs and then sinks down into it while people who are smoking seem to find that their cigarettes might be a little faulty, burning a little more rapidly without any smoke coming from the ends. Sad of her! "Uh, this isn't like that cactus juice, is it? I don't need to wake up after 16 hours unnoticed sleep to watch whales flying through the sky again…." Dean says, hesitating to put the smokes away. Luckily, no one is really smoking. Yet. Lucky for them, hah! Nine just kinda lingers and almost falls asleep in her chair already. She's super tired, for some reason! Dean looks over his shoulder, checking out… the ladies. He kinda squints at the one sitting for a half a sec, I know her? Nine opens an eye and then both eyes, and she gives Dean a wink before closing the eyes again! She dozes off in the chair, asking for that robot from Robocop to come shoot her for loitering. Whiskey blinks twice "no dis is jus me own blend of hand picked tobacco an sage, wit little bit o mint, no chemical no pursertives mostly fo cerimonial purpose. Ju haf any idea wha dey put in does commercial ciggaretts dat shit wil kill ju." Whiskey turns and smiles at Viper the potential customer, "How ju doin today, ju jus lookin or ju got somefin special in mind, we do all sort of flash an we can also do custom work if dat is ju bag? Me book is over der on da counter if ju want ta see some of da custom work" Seeing Dean eyeballing Nine he nudges Dean, "She all right, she old friend." Viper glances over at the troll and human, smiling a bit, exposing her tusks a bit. "Looking around mainly… might be interested in something though." Hearing about the book, the ork girl looks over and heads over there to see the art he has. The twitching Dean takes the offered smoke, still squinting in consternation at who chica is, gives a nod to the ork lady and tells Whiskey "Alright, I'll try yours. I smoke Mohawks, no preservatives, or so they say. Whatever. What's this about the music biz, chumster? Somethin I can be useful on that ya got cookin?" «Auto-Judge[]» Nine (#10584) rolls Singing for "Nine makes it a musical.": 2 4 4 7 13 Nine keeps her eyes closed but starts to sing softly after hearing the word: Music! She sings, "Follow the river, the river knows the way, whenever you are lost and cannot find your way." The tune comes naturally, and her voice is pretty clear even though it is kept soft! :P Nine totally reclines this chair after her little musical performance. Z time! Dean spazzes a bit at the sound, shoulders hunched. Hadn't expected to be overheard. Hmm. She's got a nice voice though. As with most tattoo artists the book is filled with custom drawings and pictures of tattoos that whiskey has done, most of them range from exquisit to OMFG how did someone get that much detail into a tattoo (as there is not a single tattoo with less than 6+ successes) Whiskey turns, leaving Viper to look at the book. "Well one of me security gigs haf apparently been talkin to some guy an dey wanted to pass me name long to him he do music producin or somefin like dat dey was no so spacific bout exactly wha him wan done jus dat dem had been talkin an wan know if I have time in me scheduale to talk to guy, an ju haf work fo me before so me think ju know maybe if ju was free ju might come long as da consoltant?" Dean's eyes take on a speculative look, and he fishes out a zippo with 'Dem Bones' in gothic script bracketing tumbling snake-eyes dice and lights up. Spastically offering a light to the troll if he wants. "Well, if ya think I wouldn't be dead weight, if I play interference, close cover, or work with sec systems or sumtin, no doubt I'm interested, omae. Just gimme a holler when it's time to roll." Viper glances over at the pair as they speak of work, a bit curious about that. Still, they don't know her, so might not trust her. She glances back down at the book and looks rather impressed at the art before closing it and moving over to the men. "Rather nice bit of artwork you've got there… I'll have to save up some creds to get some work done sometime soon." Dean clears his scratchy throat, "Ahem! Hey, on that note man, what's a regular, mundane type tat cost a fella, Whiskey?" "Dat all depend on size, mundane tatts are lot easier to do den mojo ones so de is much cheaper it would all depend, ju want like a tattoo of a heart or somethin dat say me luv me mommy den purty cheap like make 50 yen ju want like full back of like a girl and a dragon den we is probably talking lota money maybe upward of 10 kay cause dat will take long time, but all dat is negotable." Whiskey says in response to Dean's query. Then turning slightly to see Viper he kind of checks her out to see if he can direct her towards what kind of tattoo she might like. "Ju look like a custom girl to me, nuffin on da flash art would do ju justice me tinking, wha kind of ting were ju tinkin?" Viper blinks a bit as she listens to them talk of mundane and mojo ones. "Well, I'm not sure to be honest… never really thought about it. I just came in here on impulse to be honest. What's this about mojo tatts?" Dean raises his eyebrows questioningly, curious himself. Keeps his mouth shut for the moment though, waiting to see if there are any details he's missed or things he didn't think to ask. Smoke blows in twin streams from his nostrils as he leans back while the ork woman's attention is elsewhere to give her a covert once-over. His expression reads something like, 'is it worth risking getting gored by tusks? Could well be…' "If ju gots da permits, me is a registered shaman, talismonger and enchanter here in da Sioux Nations, an me can bind spells to ju if ju gots da cred an enough…spiritual energy ta do so" Whiskey says like this is everyday buisiness not in the least shadowy or covert. Mostly his attention is probably fixed on wondering where this orc girl wants her tattoo. Dean's eyebrows climb higher, the very picture of surprise. Whiskey's registered? Never would or could have seen that coming. Coyote's bag of tricks has no bottom it seems. Viper crosses her arms and frowns thoughtfully at that. "I see… well, I don't really know anything about magic, so I'm pretty sure I don't have the permits needed to get a magical tattoo… still, one that can make me faster or stronger does sound rather nice…" + Getting to know each other in Pentabucks "Did he say he had to go to a sweatlodge?" Dean shakes his head. "Good guy, gotta keep on your toes around him though, weird shit happens. You ever met his imaginary friend?" He asks, remembering to put out the troll's hand rolled cigarette just before it burns him. He looks at the other woman, sleeping in the chairs, fiddles with something at his belt for a second, a look of concern furrowing his brows. "Listen, you seem like a good sort ta know, what say we amscray and shoot the shit fer a minute?" Viper tilts her head to the side as the troll excuses himself and then looks over at the human, smirking a bit. "Good sort to know? Rather quick judge of character, aren't you?" That or he's flirting with her rather clumsily. "Sure, suppose I could chat for a bit." "Well, what I mean is, ya strike me as sharp, and I'm pretty sure yer not a wageslave, if ya take my meaning." He looks her over neutrally. "I'm pretty new around here, and appreciate a good turn of phrase as much as anybody, so I figure - what's to lose? I walk on out and keep my peace, nuthin happens. I meet ya, worst case ya get aggro and I gotta shoot one more sucker. Like I said, you don't strike me as a sucker, and I'm bettin' not the sort ta get all 'in-yo-face' fer not damned reason, so I propose a coffee or the like." Viper laughs a bit at that and crosses her arms under her breasts. "Well, I'd hope you'd not want to start a shoot out with me. I'm a rather good shot, so I've heard." Of course, at this range, she's got her knife, easier that way. "Sure, some coffee sounds good to me. Know a place nearby?" "No actually, dunno a place, but I'm sure there's somethin. I just got a weird feelin' about chica sleepin over there, think I know her from somewheres and I don't like not knowin' where." Dean says, giving the other woman in the shop a hard look, even if the pretty elf sleeping seems about as harmless as they come. "Don't sweat it amiga, I ain't one ta shoot anybody without a damn good reason. I just thought we could talk shop, or maybe just about the tattoo thing." He placates, hand vibrating until he clenches it absentmindedly as he walks toward the door, inviting her along with a gesture. Viper chuckles and shrugs as she moves to follow the human, though looks over at the woman sleeping curiously. "She certainly seems at ease here… here and the troll must be rather good friends." Dean holds the door in a fit of old-world courtesy and ambles out onto the sidewalk. "You want a ride? I figure we'll head downtown or whatever if we don't spot something on the way." With that, he straddles a black street racer rice rocket with neon green trim. Real classy. Viper glances over the bike with a raised eyebrow. "Well, suppose it'd be to far to walk…" She hopes she's not going to regret wearing a skirt for this… she shrugs it off and moves to climb onto the bike behind him. "Hey, almost forgot, what's your name anywhoo? I'm Dean, most everybody calls me Dean. Sometimes Gunner, but that's mostly for punks and 'trix meetins." Viper tilts her head to the side as she gets a grip on him. She doesn't want to fall off afterall. "Terry will do for now… or Viper if we're doing some sort of work." "Terry? Alright, didn't strike me as a Terry. So much fer my gut instincts." He eases out into traffic, not that there's much in this corner of Sioux territory, and then guns it. "Hang on! Be there in a flash, two shakes of a lamb's tail!" He shouts over the wind, engine whining in a high-pitched tone, as if complaining at going under 200kph. Pulling up to the parking enclosure after a relatively smooth ride, Dean nods to the parking attendant as they're waived through, ticket from the machine in hand. After letting the lady dismount, he kicks the stand and they head into the cafe. "Whaddaya like?" He asks, waiving a hand absentmindedly and the coffee bar. Viper glances over at the bar and the menu, she frowns thoughtfully. "Well, a good mocha sounds pretty good to be honest." Hey, coffee and chocolate are always good! "Alright. I can get it if you claim us some seats." He stares at the menu, mumbling some kind of curse under his breath. Dean runs a hand through his hair, glancing about at the small Saturday morning crowd. Viper glances around and finally heads over to a small table near the door. Easy to get out if trouble happens, and private enough they can talk amongst themselves without being heard. Dean heads over, after sorting out the menu with some difficulty, like it's a quantum physics problem and he's forgotten his string theory notes. It seems he settled on 'coffee, black, yaeh big *holding his hands six inches apart*'. "Well then, I'll open the gate here, in case yer shy. I ain't when it comes to biz, don't see the point o' beatin' around the bush and bein' all 'hush-hush' about every frackin' thing." "By the moniker, Gunner, ya might get an idea what I do. I'm pretty good with security systems in a pinch, but not enough to handle high-end drek with confidence. Got the fastest hands o' anyone I've met so far, and don't do what they call 'black hat'." He rambles on, then sips his coffee with an expression around the eyes that says, 'any questions?' Viper raises an eyebrow and chuckles as he lists off what it is that he can do. "I see… not sure what black hat is supposed to be though. As for me, I'm Viper on the job. I'm good at being silent, infiltration, and I'm rather fast on the draw as well. I have a Sandler TMP and an Ares Predator, both silenced, and I have a knife and some throwing blades to stay even more quiet. I'm good at cracking into electronics when I need to and also know how to use demolitions, have some plastic explosives back at my hotel." "Hmm, sounds like a similar range o' talents in some ways. I can do a bit of demo too, but don't trust it much beyond consistently being able to follow the 'this side toward enemy' decals, heh." The samurai chuckles, blowing steam across the top of his mug. "As fer black hat, it's local slang fer general 'good-guy bad-guy' stuff. White hats won't hurt anybody, do charity jobs, drek like that. Black hats will…whatever, eat children, rape donkeys, whatever the money says. Those definitions are loose, and ever'body seems ta have their very own interpretation, but that gives you the idea. What I mean, when it comes to me, is if it's dirty work, wetwork, extraction, whatever - I need a reason or I won't touch it." Viper raises an eyebrow at that and nods softly. "Well, that sounds like most of the things that go on in the shadows, isn't it? I've done some wetwork before with other teams… extraction is something I'm more geared towards as well, I can get into numerous places I'm not supposed to be. Generally, so long as it pays good, I'll do it, and I can be rather discreet about it." "I read ya. I'll give ya a fer instance, so ya get an idea what I really mean. One time, I teamed up with this slavic ork - real hardass, and this tricky little asian fragger. The job was to lean on an investigator for an intel corp and make him leave somebody alone. Sounds good, no prob. These two fraggers I'm with, come up with the plan of poisoning the guy's twin teenage daughters. Took me all day to talk them out of it. In the end, we ent up picking up the girls from their school, driving them to a public place and ditching them their with a note for daddy. Ya see what I'm getting at here? My way it was easy, no harm done, minimal exposure, minimal consequence if caught. Their way, we risk life in the can, and our fingerprints all over everything cause we used hard ta get poison that's trackable. That's what I'm talkin' about. I've done my share of wetwork too, I just won't bomb a children's hospital or drek like that. Scumbags and gangsters? Line 'em up." Viper frowns a bit at that and shakes her head slightly. "That seems rather… unprofessional. On a job, you should concentrate on the target, not involve people that have nothing to do with it…" "That's my thinking, generally. Messy is messy and makes problems fer everyone. In this case, it was essentially impossible to get to the man himself. So we had to take another route." Dean purses his lips, trying to decide if he should be offended. He seems uncertain what she was calling unprofessional. Viper was thinking the poisoning and putting innocents at risk was the unprofessional part. "Well, hopefully you don't wind up working with to many more psychopaths then, hm? Though if you need my skills for anything, just let me know, I'm pretty new here so could use a few jobs." "Hey, I'll keep ya in mind, if I hear anything. Quid pro quo, ya do me the same favor. I got my background, and an idea what I'm doing, but Denver's still not my home city, ya know?" He jitters, grimacing at taking too big a pull on his hot coffee. "Whereabouts ya from, if ya don't mind my askin? I'm CASian originally, worked abroad a bit, but mostly a former corp-boy. Security, and - get this - marketing, if you can believe that. Heh." He laughs at himself ruefully. Viper chuckles and finally takes a sip of her mocha. Oooh, whipped cream! Probably not real, but still tasty. "I hail from UCAS originally… I've always worked as a merc, about the only sort of job orks and trolls can get is generally being mean looking or doing dirty work." "Nah yeah, heard that story, raw deal. Listen, one thing to know, nobody says ya can't plan yer own jobs too. Denver's rife with opportunity fer those who take fate into their own hands, opens up a lot of doors." Dean coughs gently, clearing his throat. "Nonetheless, I'll keep my ear to the ground. By the way, I know a few people, you need anything? Maybe I can get a line on some gear you want, cyber, special tools, armor, weapons, like that?" Viper chuckles and nods at that. "Well, I always need ammo for my SMG and Pistol. Explosives are always good, but I'm set for that on the moment." She smiles and takes another sip of her mocha. "Couldn't hurt to ask, if you need a line on specialty gear, I can probably find it." He brushes it off. Not much of a salesman, but like it was an afterthought to offer. Viper nods softly at that and places her mocha down. "Well, my number is 6270 if you hear of any work. Though try not to call me up to flirt to much, hm?" She smirks a bit at him as she leans back in her seat. "I'll see if I can find anything as well and let you know." "Right, my digits are 9135. Nice meeting ya." Dean quirks an eyebrow at the flrting comment. "Was I bein' flirtatious? Hadn't noticed." With a tongue in cheek expression. "Just my nature I suppose. Nature of the beast, ya might say." Punching in the number on his pocket secretary. It might occur to an observant person, that that's what he'd been fiddling with when staring down the sleeping elf back at the tattoo parlor. Viper nods and pulls out her own pocket secretary to punch in his number as well. "Oh, just teasing you a bit is all, no worries omae." She puts her poc-sec back up and resumes sipping at her mocha. + Opposition's Stats Badguy Goon Squad Stats (6): B 5(7), Q 5(7), S 5(7), C 4, I 5, W 3, R 5(8). Combat Pool: 7, Karma Pool: 5 Combat Like skills 5, others 4. Wares: Dermal Sheath 1, Muscle Aug & Toner 2, Smartlink 2, Optics: LL, IR, FC, Audio: Amp, Damp, Wired 1. Gear: FFBA FS 4/1, Darkhorse Balaclava, Plated Vest 4/3. 6/6 with Dermal Sheath. Ares Machine Pistols: 6L, 60 drum (mod), SA/BF, smartlinked, recoil compensated. Concussion Grenades, Medkits, etc. Situation: 1 guy at front gate, 2 guys interrogating fixer, 1 was gunned down by fixer's bodyguards, 2 at L damage tending downed comrade. Dean's pocket secretary buzzes as he's typing in the number, it's in vibrate mode as usual, in case he forgets to turn it off. "Well, speak of the devil. Err…somethin' like that." He clears his raspy throat, shooting a look around Pentabucks on a sunny Saturday morning in May. "That's my fixer, says he's got something for me. You up for a meet?" Looking back at the ork lady, leaning over conspirationally and setting down his coffee. Viper blinks a bit at that and takes a larger sip from her mocha as she listens. At the promise of work, she smirks and nods softly. "Sure… might dropping me off at my place real quick so I can change?" "Darlin', why change? You're just right." The samurai jokes, standing and slipping into his sleek black leather jacket hung over the back of the chair. "I'll give ya a ride, let's amscray and mosy on down ta meet my friend Slick." Dean does a purse- lipped-eye-scrunch-eyebrow-quirk thing, like isn't *every* fraggin fixer named Slick? Viper smirks and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, I'm not about to go doing a job wearing a skirt. This is made for social activities, not work." She chuckles and drains the rest of her mocha before moving to stand. "I'm staying at Sal's Motel at the moment." The pair exits the cafe, heading back to the parking structure down the block. Dean nods to the attendant, as he did on the way in, and they ride across town to the coffin hotel - Viper, the ork lady, on the back of Dean's throwaway Yamaha Rapier. It's a cheap black with neon green trim number, but the high-pitched whine of the rice rocket's engine eats up the klicks enthusiastically. Before long, they're at Sal's. Dean lights a smoke, still sitting astride the idling bike as the woman heads off to get her kit. + Consenting Adults «Plot» Dean says, "So, official nonsense - if ya don't use cover, run when outnumbered, insist on trying to kill Dunklezahn's ghost or the like, you'll probably end up dead and get me killed too. I'll be riding along passive, for the most part, only taking the lead if asked to, but happy to bounce ideas, offer suggestions, etc when appropriate. Can you consent to that?" «Plot» Viper says, "I can consent to that. Just keep tentacled beasties in the hentai films where they belong." «Plot» Dean says, "Well, there goes the entire basis for my plot idea. Will have to improvise now. Gee thanks." «Plot» Viper says, "Its what I do." «OOC» Dean says, "Heh. Okay, so we were at Sal's getting your gear, you wanna pose that quick? I'll do one while you're getting your stuff and then off to Slick's." «OOC» Viper says, "Sure ;p" While Viper is in the coffin hotel, Dean finishes his smoke halfway, then punches in her newly acquired number, sending a quick text. 'Gonna get my shit, back in 15' Viper runs inside the motel, and is gone for about… ten minutes. When she comes out, she's got her camo on, some pants, and a coat. A sling is over her shoulder, disappearing into her coat, but more than likely holding a weapon. She's got four grenades, two flash, two concussion, five SMG clips and five pistol clips. Her survival knife and eight throwing knives. The girl is ready to work and also has a toolkit attached to her hip. Dean arrives at his cozy little apartment, glad he paid this month's rent in advance, he's seriously strapped for cash after putting a downpayment on some upgrade work he wants done. Hasn't been under the knife for a while, doesn't look forward to it. He grabs his bugout bag, a courier bag stuffed with medkit, electronics security BnE kit, and other odds and ends. Checking the load on his pistol, ensuring that he's loading the hot rounds in case of serious trouble, double checking the two sets of five clip reloads - one regular, one hot, tucked in slimline holsters at his side and thigh pocket. He's got the usual safety longjohns under his omnipresent sleek leather jacket. «Plot» Viper says, "Two of my SMG clips are ExEx rounds" They meet up back at Sal's. "Sorry if I kept ya waiting, figured it'd be quicker this way." Dean motions to Viper to hop back on the bike when she's ready, giving a 'nice duds' nod at the change into her working clothes. Then they roar out to Slick's. Viper nods and hops onto the bike behind him, hanging on as they ride to meet the man named Slick. It'll be nice to get some work done and get some more pocket money. The bike hums along industrial streets, noon sun actually showing it's face - a nice spring day, whoda thought? "We usually meet at a shipping company he's got his claws into. He likes it 'cause nobody bothers him out here, and his bodyguards 'got a good perimeter!" Dean shouts over the wind to the rider on the back, as they pull into the industrial park. + Perception «Plot» Dean says, "make an int check tn6 would ya?" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6: 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6: 2 2 2 5 5 8 16 = 2 Successes The place Dean just pointed to, up the way 200m or so, has a van skewed sideways to block the sliding chainlink gate. There's a black uniformed trooper or security goon wearing a balaclava standing between the van and the entrance's security booth. Viper glances around, making note of the van and the security guy standing over by it and a booth. Looks like this is a rather secure place for the moment. She stays quiet for now though, as she doesn't want to shout over the man's engine. «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 for "goon's int": 1 2 2 4 10 Dean wasn't paying very close attention, which is unusual, and not a good sign. Maybe it's the chica hugging to him on the back of the bike, what with him playing tourguide and, well, the chica draping off him. I mean, she's an ork, but maybe it's worth getting gored, you know? «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Bike vs TN 3: 2 3 5 = 2 Successes Dean skids the bike to an uneven halt, having noticed the van blocking his path too late to make heads or tails of the situation. The masked man raises a cut down AK with a large ammo drum and speaks up loud and clear in an authoritative voice - "This is private property! If you do not vacate within five seconds, I have permission to begin shelling!" Dean's eyes goggle at that, and he immediately turns the handlebars of the unmoving bike while whispering to his companion, "I really don't think that's one of Slick's guys at all." + Intimidation «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 4 for "+3 to total for open test intimidation by goon, bonuses for gun waiving and armour": 1 2 4 5 «OOC» Viper says, "So a total of 8 eh?" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Willpower vs TN 8: 2 4 11 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Willpower: 1 3 4 5 «Plot» Dean says, "Uhm, you play it cool, I want out of there…" Viper blinks a bit as the man threatens them, frowning a bit. "Yeah, doubt he's one of your friend's guys… Let's go, come back a little later…" That is, get somewhere safe and she sneaks in to take care of the guard. She gives the guard in question her most dazzling smile to put him at ease. Or spook him with her tusks. «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Charisma for "Don't shoot me, pwease?": 3 3 3 4 Dean revs the bike and jets it, not sure what to make of the situation, but knowing he wants to come back and waste that fragger. Shoulda just hauled iron and nailed him. Frag me! He shakes his head in frustration, rounding a corner as soon as possible, trying to put some plastcrete between them and autofire. «Plot» Dean says, "Just the one guard at the gate is visible." Viper, once they get a bit away, taps the man. "Get me close and I'll try to sneak up on him, take him out before he causes us anymore trouble. I only saw the one guard, so he shouldn't give me too much trouble." Stopping the bike once out of sight, Dean says, "Hold on, I'm gonna call Slick. Whatever the fuck that was, it's not cool. We can do like ya say if he doesn't say otherwise, I'm all for geeking that fragger." He snarls, pissed at having guns waived at him before he's had breakfast, and doubly pissed that he didn't just shoot the guy. Dean pulls out the pocket secretary, checks a number, and calls it from a disposable earbud cell. "He's not picking up, and his outgoing message says to contact Mary. That means something's fragged. It's code for 'trouble at the mill'." Dean looks worried about Slick, and most definitely in a killing mood. "Whadaya say? You wanna take that guy out like you said, then we prowl into the place and see what's what?" He asks Viper, glad he didn't come alone now. Viper chuckles and gives the man a soft pat on the shoulder as he makes his call. Though she frowns as she hears that things went bad. "Well, suppose we'd better." She climbs off of the bike now and stretches a bit. "Want me to take point?" "Lady's choice. You got a way ta do this quiet like? I got my shooter-" Dean whips out a blocky piece of ironmongery, "but it ain't that quiet." Viper unslings her Sandler, showing him that its got a sound suppressor on it. "My Predator is also silenced, so we're good to go in the department." «OOC» Viper says, "Its urban though, does this count as an urban area?" «OOC» Dean says, "Good, nice and cozy. Certainly counts as urban. It's all concrete and razorwire :" Viper tucks her SMG away for now, drawing her Ares Predator III. Its quieter by far, and one good shot with it will be all she needs. "Wish me luck." She takes a deep breath and starts to head back, moving into the shadows to try and blend in. + Spectacularly Sneaky «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Stealth for "+8 to highest number for camo": 3 4 5 5 15 26 «Plot» Dean says, "Uh…+4 to spot when still, +1 moving." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 25 for "goon's perception +4 for camo, -2 for good visibility today": 1 3 3 5 5 = 0 Successes «Plot» Viper says, "She's gonna get in to close range and do a called shot to his head." Dean nods at her, tight expression on his face as he manually checks the specs on his gun, confirming the feed from the smartlink. "I'll cover you, I got decent range with this bastard." Patting the pistol fondly. + Chatter «OOC» Dean says, "Okay, but gimme an idea with your pose how the hell you got so close, despite the awesome roll." «OOC» Viper says, "What all is there to hide in?" «OOC» Viper says, "If any" «OOC» Dean says, "Powerpose passing traffic, cars parked on the street, hedges, whatever you want. It's a pretty bleek area." «Plot» Dean says, "We're on the side lawn of some computing firm in the middle of freakin nothing town" + Opposition's Stats Badguy Goon Squad Stats (6): B 5(7), Q 5(7), S 5(7), C 4, I 5, W 3, R 5(8). Combat Pool: 7, Karma Pool: 5 Combat Like skills 5, others 4. Wares: Dermal Sheath 1, Muscle Aug & Toner 2, Smartlink 2, Optics: LL, IR, FC, Audio: Amp, Damp, Wired 1. Gear: FFBA FS 4/1, Darkhorse Balaclava, Plated Vest 4/3. 6/6 with Dermal Sheath. Ares Machine Pistols: 6L, 60 drum (mod), SA/BF, smartlinked, recoil compensated. Concussion Grenades, Medkits, etc. Situation: 1 guy at front gate, 2 guys interrogating fixer, 1 was gunned down by fixer's bodyguards, 2 at L damage tending downed comrade. Viper moves quietly and her camo helps her to blend in a good bit. She's moving around to have the sun at her back, so when one looks in her direction, they'll hopefully get glare from the sun and not see her to easily. Then there's a few parked cars as well for her to move behind. Once she sees the guard, she gets as close as she can, lifting her pistol up to get ready to fire just in case he spots her. If she manages to get five meters away, she'll take the shot. «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 24 for "goon's hearing roll, -2 for amplified": 2 3 4 4 4 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Pistols (Ares Predator) + 6 vs TN 5 for " Base TN 4, -2 SL2 +4 Called Shot - 1 Take AIM. Damage 9S": 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 = 3 Successes The guy holding the vicious looking smg and obscured in black face mask peers around the corner of the van, looking in the direction the pair on the bike took when they left. + BangBang «Plot» Dean says, "Actually, TN 4 -2sl, +2 called because SL2 halves that penalty, -1 aimed for…TN3" «Plot» Dean says, "So, 8 successes…yikes, base 9S with called, uh…9D+6 overflow, ahem" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 + 7 vs TN 3 for "6 armour, full combat pool vs 9D+6": 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 5 5 5 7 7 9 9 = 11 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "And he's at…M." Viper takes a second to line up that shot… and pulls the trigger. She fully expected him to go down, but… for some reason his face jerked to the side and he's still standing, if just staggering a bit! Lucky bugger was touched by an angel… + Rollin «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 8 vs TN 4 for "goon's reaction test": 1 2 3 3 5 5 5 9 = 4 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 2 for "+8 for his init": 3 4 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Reaction vs TN 4: 1 1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 5 11 = 7 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Initiative with a result of 34. «OOC» Dean says, "Go ahead with your reaction and init, see if the guy surprises you with a sudden move or if you cap off another shot before he can do anything" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Reaction: 1 1 3 4 5 7 9 10 15 «Plot» Dean says, "So you've still got the drop on him, roll init and do whatever ya like. He can't act against either of us on the first phase, so provided you roll over…15-10, 5, you're golden" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Initiative with a result of 18. «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Pistols (Ares Predator) vs TN 2 for "Tn 4 -2 SL2, first simple action. 9M": 1 1 3 5 5 13 = 4 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Dean at 34, Viper at 18, goon at 15-2 for Moderate -10 for missing the first phase due to surprise for…3. Dean holds his action, you can pose it as if no time passed between shots if you want" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 3 for "6 armour, CP burned vs 9D": 1 2 3 3 5 7 13 = 5 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Crap, forgot TN is +2 for wound, meaning…3 successes" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 3 vs TN 3 for "6 armour, CP burned vs 9D KP:1": 1 2 4 10 = 2 Successes «OOC» Viper pokes. "Forgot the +2 again ;p" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 5 vs TN 3 for "6 armour, CP burned vs 9D KP:3/5": 5 5 = 2 Successes «OOC» Dean says, "fargin!" «OOC» Viper says, "Need to roll one more I think" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 6 vs TN 5 for "goofed and forgot to add +2 for wound to last kp rerolls": 3 = 0 Successes «OOC» Viper says, "6 successes I believe" «Plot» Dean says, "Amazingly, takes only an L, so M+1, second shot" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Pistols (Ares Predator) vs TN 3 for "Tn 4 -2 SL2 +1 Recoil, second simple action. 9M": 1 1 2 2 3 7 = 2 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 5 for "6 armour, +2 wound vs 9S": 1 1 3 4 4 5 5 = 2 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 2 vs TN 5 for "6 armour, +2 wound vs 9S KP:4/5": 4 4 4 10 10 = 2 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "He takes an L again, ridiculously at M+2 after 2 shots and a 3rd to the head" «Plot» Dean says, "You can go again at 8, Dean is still holding, and he can't go till 3" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Pistols (Ares Predator) vs TN 2 for "Tn 4 -2 SL2, first simple action. 9M Die darn it!": 1 1 2 5 9 10 = 4 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 5 for "6 armour, +2 wound vs 9D": 2 2 4 4 4 5 10 = 2 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 2 vs TN 5 for "6 armour, +2 wound vs 9S KP:5/5": 1 2 2 2 8 = 1 Success «OOC» Viper says, "Whew, finally" «Plot» Dean says, "So S +M+2 for … D+1, freakin finally, what's that 5 shots? Positively cartoonish sometimes" «OOC» Dean says, "Heh, you can pose it as one rapid bunch of shots if you want. FFBA fullsuit and plated vest and darkhorse balaclava, these guys are just about as good as CG characters, we'll have to play it smart or get dead" Viper manages to recover from her shock and quickly pumps four more bullets into the man's chest. Finally he goes down, bleeding from numerous bullet holes. "Huh… guess I should have aimed for something more vital then his brain…." Dean draws a bead on the man from across the street as soon as Viper's pistol goes off, pffft-pffft-pffft-pffft-pffft! as the silencer covers most of the noise from her rapid blasting away at the man. Geez, must want to practice her reloading or something he thinks, spitting ammo like that. Then he boots it across the street, approaching the van gun raised and scanning on thermo to see through the tinted windows. Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "Hey, nice work, let's move inside if you're good for it." Viper nods softly and holsters her pistol, unslinging her Sandler TMP now. She loads, switching her normal ammo for an ExEx clip now. Obviously she needs to bring out the heavy weaponry for this one. She switches to thermal as well, slowly scanning for any more possible threats. «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 14 for "sneaky fraggers hearing the gunfire -2 amped hearing, +6 through a wall, 0 for silencer, base 10 for 50m": 1 2 3 3 4 = 0 Successes Dean unclips a fancy pocket knife from the back of his belt, shifts his courier bag to a more comfortable, out of the way position, and reverses his left-handed grip on the knife, plunging it into the back tire of the van. He twists it slowly, letting the air leak out as quietly as he can. "Well, now they'll have a little more trouble if we need to bug out in a hurry. You ready for this?" He asks rhetorically, eyeballing the empty expanse of bare ashphalt between them and the building. He does a double-take at the prone corpse. "This part o' town ain't crawlin' with heat, but I think it's probably an A zone or sumthin." Then opens the back doors of the van, and drags the body over and dumps it in with a grunt of effort. "Let's rock and roll." Viper watches as he sabatoges the van and hides the body. "Ready as I'll ever be… Hope your friend plans on reimbursing us for all of this…" She takes a deep breath and gets ready to move, looking around again before running towards the building as quietly as she can, keeping low. "If he don't, I will. This guy's a friend o' mine, I will not leave him hangin'. This shit's all on me if he can't come through." Dean states roughly. He watches her pull ahead, and leapfrogs across the empty lot, doing a fine imitation of her body language. «Plot» Dean says, "There's a front door, double glass customer entrance at the front. There are trucks parked on the right side of the building, possibly other entrances and/or loading docks there." Viper runs up againt the wall, pressing her back to it and trying to peek discreetly through the glass door to see if she can spot anything. + Perception «Plot» Dean says, "Roll some Per if you like. I see LL, Thermo, Flare Comp for mods." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "LL, IR, FC, Mag3 on Dean": 3 4 4 4 5 11 15 17 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Intelligence: 1 1 2 3 4 4 8 «Plot» Dean says, "Empty lobby. Must be closed on weekends." «Plot» Viper says, "She'll check to see if the door is unlocked" «Plot» Dean says, "Nope. It's locked. Wired, and a camera is facing it from both the inside, and too late, you notice from the left corner halfway to the roof on the outside. Smile! You're on camera (twice)" Viper frowns and backs away from the door as she sees the camera. At least she isn't known here and she has gloves on… She glances over at Dean, motioning to the camera and holding up two fingers before pointing inside to signal there are two cameras. "Whadaya wanna do? I've been here before, there's an alarm, but Slick *normally* has it on silent alert patched into either his office or his headware, I'm not sure which. So we might be okay if we set it off, but I'm not sure. There's - I think - a security door on the other side of the building, and loading docks to the right." Dean wracks his brain, trying to picture the place. "Two office floors above the main shipping floor, and in the cargo bay, there's the shipping manager's office raised above the floor. That's where I've met Slick in the past." Viper frowns as she didn't bring her climbing gear for this one. Would have been nice to have right now. "Let's try the loading docks, those aren't fitted with alarms generally, and it can be easy to get into… might be surveillance and guards though." "If that fragger has friends, and Slick not answering his phone means he probably does, I don't think we need to worry about regular staff. They're likely either dead or disabled." Dean tells her. "Loading docks, let's do it." He shuffles off to the right side of the building's face, peeking around the corner. "Looks clear, you want point or shall I?" Viper moves to follow him, holding her SMG at the ready. Hearing it's clear, she grins a bit and shrugs. "Guess I'll take point… just watch my back, alright?" + Sneakin Aboot «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Stealth for "+4 (+8?) highest number": 1 3 3 4 5 27 «OOC» Viper says, "Wow… really? o.o" «Plot» Dean says, "Uhm, +4 unmoving, +1 moving for camo." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 1 for "mysterious good/bad high/low karma": 3 «OOC» Dean says, "Holy crap you're on fire!" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Stealth: 2 2 3 4 5 10 «Plot» Dean says, "There are 5 loading docks, all closed, padlocked and no trucks. All the trucks, about 15 or 20 3-5 tons, are lined up by the outside of the fence opposite the loading docks. Nobody bothers you stealthy mofos for the time being. There's a camera on each side of the loading docks, and there's a personell door with maglock beside them." «OOC» Viper says, "Anyone there?" «Plot» Dean says, "From lucky good karma roll, barely on the low side, Dean remembers something useful, but a bit too late." «Plot» Dean says, "Nobody around." Viper glances around real quick before heading for the door, checking the maglock before checking the door. If it's locked, she breaks out her toolkit. Time to get inside this place! + Maglock Casing «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Electronics B/R: 2 3 5 8 «Plot» Dean says, "Maglock 4, 2 successes, for 30 seconds to remove the casing without problems." «OOC» Viper says, "Asumming nothing happens, I'll roll electronics then. TN 4?" Dean keeps a sharp eye out, jogging lightly past the bay doors to scope around the back of the building quickly. He then comes back, keeping overwatch from the cover of the trucks, so he can see the door she's working on and get a good view of both corners. + Maglock Gutting «Plot» Dean says, "Yup, you're good. Electronics tn4" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Electronics vs TN 4: 4 8 9 10 = 4 Successes «OOC» Viper says, "Epic, Viper is proving how sexy she is ;p" «OOC» Dean says, "Slick work, I knew this was a good idea ;)" «Plot» Dean says, "That's 4 successes to jigger the lock, it opens in 15 seconds, no alarm. 45 seconds start to finish. Real Pro. Strike a pose" Viper proves she wasn't lying about her profession, cracking the case open and splicing the wires quickly to 'pop' the lock. She grins and puts her tools up before she slowly opens the door to peek inside. «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Intelligence for "Perception?": 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 Dean's attention is divided between 3 fields of fire and his lack of breakfast reacting to the adrenalin. He fairly jumps at the double beep of the opening maglock amplified to a resounding level by his electronic hearing, and the absolute lack of anything else going on. «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "pointing a gun and trying to see past the sights and Viper to shoot all the horrible monsters inside": 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 «Plot» Dean says, "Nah, all clear" The samurai gives one last lookout, and jogs up to join Viper at the door. "Let's see who's home." Viper nods and slips into the door, raising her SMG in case someone pops in. She moves further in to let Dean in so he can close the door behind them. Commlink-Viper> Viper says, "I have a few concussion and flash grenades if we need them." «Plot» Dean says, "It's a bare cheap linolium floored hallway, smelling of oils and other vehicle fluids. Only thing there is a water cooler standing at a T section leading off to the right - the loading bays. The hallway ends in a windowed door." Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "Sweet, ya got enough to pass me one of each in case I'm in position? I'll give 'em back if not used." Viper nods and lowers her gun down, letting the sling hold it as she takes out one flash and one concussion, leaving her with one of each as well as she hands those over to him. That done, she heads for the windowed door to peek through. Dean conforms to respectable SWAT tactics, sticking right behind her since she took the lead, keeping his weapon clear to fire beside her, or take the high position while she takes the low. He grabs the little grenades and stuffs them in his left coat pocket. «Plot» Dean says, "Looks like a set of offices inside, computer monitors lining plastic tables set up as desks, one has a whopping 4 monitors on it. Looks like either a closet or washroom door on the wall opposite the second office. All the office walls are white plastic up to the waist, safety glass up to the ceiling after that." «Plot» Viper says, "Do I see anyone in there or is it clear?" «Plot» Dean says, "All clear, comming you" Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "The bay area is down the T section there, *Dean points* it's like a big open area with random crates to be shipped, mostly appliances and stuff. The office he's usually in is 2 flights up a stand alone stairway, attached to the ceiling, but actually just a prefab structure in the corner of the bay, off to the left of the door down there." Viper glances over her shoulder at him and nods. "Just point the way, and I'll take point…" She doesn't mind leading, but he'll have to give directions so she doesn't make a wrong turn. She heads for the door he mentioned leads up though. Dean lets her get ahead a bit, shrugs his shoulders, and grabs a cup from the water cooler, filling it as she moves to the intersection. Stomach full o' water helps with wound shock, just in case. He tosses the empty into the trash, and catches up. «Plot» Dean says, "Another door with a safety glass window. You can see rows of stuff in boxes and crates. All the lights seem to be on, which is odd if the place is supposed to be closed." Viper frowns as she sees the lights on, but she doesn't see anyone. Well, here goes nothing… she opens the door slowly, slipping in and moving slowly. Don't want to get ambushed afterall. "Once you open this door, along the left wall on the far side of the bay, 'bout a storey and a half up toward the ceiling is the office. Ya can't miss it. How you wanna play this? We can hide in the boxes as well as anyone. Which means there might be someone there already." Dean describes it as best he can, then shuts up as she turns the knob. + Perception «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence: 1 2 4 4 4 4 4 5 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Intelligence: 1 3 3 5 5 5 5 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 1 for "high is good, low is bad": 7 Viper nods softly and moves into the room, looking down the sights of her TMP as she moves for the door. Dean angles around the doorjamb, crowding Viper a bit to get his sights on the opposite side she goes for as soon as he can. "Looks clear." He whispers hoarsely. "You wanna scope all these aisles or get eyes on that office?" Commlink-Viper> Viper says, "Let's scope all the aisles, we don't want to get flanked." Viper with that, starts checking the aisles, moving slowly to make sure they're all clear. "Fair enough." Dean utters under his breath, "You want I should take point anytime, say the word. Nobody's ever gotten the drop on me yet." He moves out, branching off to take the next aisle so they can leapfrog, and not occupy the same killzone at any point now that there's some space to work with. «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 1 for "high is good, low is bad, +1 from lucky roll last time.": 7 «Plot» Dean says, "And lady luck smiles upon us! The crates/boxes are lined up in about 4m by 15m groupings, split down the middle, so there's 2 15m lengths on each side of us, It's a big place, 50m at least, we're at the split in the middle, unless you want a different spot. Roll some stealth, just to see if it comes up snake eyes." + Prowlers «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Stealth: 1 2 3 3 8 13 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Stealth for "+4": 1 1 1 4 5 5 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 1 for "high is good, low is bad, +2 from lucky roll last two times.": 1 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 10 for "hearing check from someone behind light structural material, some distance away": 1 2 2 3 5 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Nothing happens, can make 2 more per and stealth rolls, 1 for each of the 2 additional aisles, pose freely unless something happens. No, camo didn't play a role in that roll." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Stealth: 2 2 3 5 5 7 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Stealth: 1 3 3 3 4 5 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence: 1 2 2 2 2 5 7 7 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence: 1 3 3 3 4 4 5 9 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Stealth: 1 1 3 3 3 4 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Stealth: 1 1 2 4 5 5 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Intelligence: 1 4 5 9 10 11 11 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Intelligence: 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 9 for "hearing again, against lowest TN": 3 3 5 5 5 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Aisles are cleared" Commlink-Viper> Viper says, "Ok, looks all clear. Let's get into that office." + Perception «Plot» Dean says, "One last set of Perception checks, one for Thermo and one for hearing, TN9 (sig 5, light structural) and 12 for hearing." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence vs TN 9: 2 3 3 3 5 5 11 11 = 2 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence vs TN 10 for "hearing tn12 -2 for amplified": 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 1 for "lucky die still?": 5 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Intelligence vs TN 9: 1 2 2 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Intelligence vs TN 12: 1 1 1 4 4 5 8 = 0 Successes Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "I got heat and movement in the office. Can't tell what's what, looks like maybe half a dozen bodies, some stationary, maybe half of them moving about." «Plot» Dean says, "The stairwell to the office is an iron grillwork, 2 flights going up 10m or so, 5m per flight. One door, windows overlooking the bay area on each side." «Plot» Viper says, "So sneaking up will be a bitch…" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6 for "trying to remember that useful thing he forgot earlier": 1 1 2 3 3 3 4 4 = 0 Successes Commlink-Viper> Viper says, "Ok, one of them might be your friend, so I'll use a flash. Sure he'd rather be blinded than given a concussion." Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "We gotta get up there first. I'll take point if you say the word. You got a sneaky idea, or we just sleaze up the stairs?" Commlink-Viper> Viper says, "Nothing that springs to mind, so I guess we try to sneak up there and hope we get lucky. Any other ideas?" Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "Okay, watch your targets. Slick is a pretty elf boy, typically wears a linen suit in warm weather like this. *Do not shoot him.* He's done right by me more times than I can count. He's also got an elf chic bodyguard, looks like a mage - spidery witch robes and all, a big troll bodyguard too, minotaur actually, and hangs with this college boy lookin' norm with rows of chipjacks on his head. Anybody else, waste 'em." Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "You first or me lady?" Viper blinks a bit as she hears the numerous list of people /not/ to shoot. Well, they all sound rather unique looking so that should hopefully be easy, especially if the bad guys look like the guard they fragged outside. "Gotcha…" She pulls out her flash grenade and heads for the stairs. Seems she wants to keep with the trend and take point. «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Stealth: 1 2 4 4 4 4 Dean closes the gap and hovers around her fine backside again, eyes darting to and fro, refocusing on the objective frequently. + Failing to sneak up the stairs «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Stealth: 1 2 2 3 3 4 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 9 for "TN4 +6 light structual, -2 amped hearing, +1 mystery mod": 1 1 2 2 10 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 9 for "TN4 +6 light structual, -2 amped hearing, +1 mystery mod": 2 2 5 9 15 = 2 Successes «Plot» Viper says, "Right, the plan is to get to the door, toss the flash in, and shut the door so /we/ don't get blinded" Indistinct muttering leaks from the office inside, a couple guys griping about something. Then one black masked visage clears the window above the stairwell as the two runners summit the landing in the middle of it. The man's eyes bug out beneath the hooded mask, making a kind of comical expression because his wide, white rimmed eyes are the only thing visible. One could swear he shouts something like 'Frag me!' as he steps forward to aim a nasty automatic weapon at the pair through the glass. + Mad Rolls «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Reaction vs TN 4: 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 8 9 9 9 9 10 11 = 13 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "gimme a surprise test and init!" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 8 vs TN 5 for "buddy has +1 for some reason": 1 1 1 4 5 5 9 15 = 4 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 8 vs TN 5 for "buddy has +1 for some reason": 1 1 3 4 5 5 10 19 = 4 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Initiative with a result of 26. «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 2 for "8-1 for badguy 1": 3 4 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 2 for "+8-1 for badguy 2": 4 5 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Reaction: 1 1 2 2 2 3 4 4 4 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Initiative with a result of 14. «Plot» Dean says, "Ouch, and you're surprised! So Dean 26, BG2 16, BG1 14, Viper 14. Dean can act against anybody, badguys can only act against Viper, Viper loses out for the first phase. Glad you stacked on the armour!" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Gyrojet Pistol + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 6 for "Short tn4, sl2 -2, partial cover +4": 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 9 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Gyrojet Pistol + Combat Pool: 6 - 1 vs TN 6 for "Short tn4, sl2 -2, partial cover +4 kp:1/5": 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 10 = 1 Success «Plot» Dean says, "stand at that crappy roll" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 + 7 vs TN 10 for "12M, AP, vs 6/2 +1 for guy's mystery penalty. vs 12S. He uses full combat pool to soak.": 1 1 1 2 3 3 3 3 5 5 5 8 8 10 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 + 7 vs TN 10 for "12M, AP, vs 6/2 +1 for guy's mystery penalty. vs 12S. He uses full combat pool to soak. kp:1/5": 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 11 13 = 2 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 + 7 - 3 vs TN 10 for "12M, AP, vs 6/2 +1 for guy's mystery penalty. vs 12S. He uses full combat pool to soak. kp:3 of 5": 1 1 2 2 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "He takes an M, was already at L from prior events. So M+1" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Gyrojet Pistol vs TN 6 for "Short tn4, sl2 -2, partial cover +4. Second shot. Recoil comped by str6": 2 3 3 3 4 5 9 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 11 for "12M, AP, vs 6/2 +2 for Moderate wound. 12M base.": 1 1 2 5 5 5 11 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 1 vs TN 11 for "12M, AP, vs 6/2 +2 for Moderate wound. 12M base. kp:4/5": 1 1 4 5 5 10 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "bg1 at S+1, who's next? BG2 at 16" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "short tn4, sl -2, +1 from L, +2 firing from cover, +2 cause he's running to the window to join bg1": 2 2 3 4 5 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "short tn4, sl -2, +1 from L, +2 firing from cover, +2 cause he's running to the window to join bg1. Second burst at Viper": 2 2 3 5 10 = 1 Success «Plot» Dean says, "You're facing 9M, can use combat pool to soak." «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Body + 5 vs TN 2 for "Soak": 1 1 1 2 3 5 5 5 5 11 = 7 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "and Viper shrugs off a burst, hoorah!" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "short tn4, sl -2, +3 from S, +2 firing from cover, BG1's shot at 14.": 1 3 5 5 5 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "short tn4, sl -2, +3 from S, +2 firing from cover, BG1's shot at 14. His second burst, recoil is comped by having wicked bad gunz.": 1 1 3 5 7 = 1 Success «Plot» Dean says, "same as before 9M to you." «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Body + 3 vs TN 2 for "Soak": 1 2 2 3 3 5 5 10 = 7 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Viper is unscathed" «Plot» Dean says, "So Viper misses her first phase at 14 due to surprise, on to phase 2. Dean at 16, BG2 at 6, BG1 at 2 (-2 more from S wound, which was L before), Viper at 4. Free for all, nobody is surprised any more." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Gyrojet Pistol vs TN 6 for "short tn4, -2sl, +4 partial cover. TN6. 12M AP at bg2, cause he nailed Viper.": 1 1 4 5 9 10 11 = 3 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 10 for "tn 12 -6/2 +1 for L": 1 1 4 4 4 5 13 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 1 vs TN 10 for "tn 12 -6/2 +1 for L. Kp:1/5": 1 1 2 2 3 13 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 2 vs TN 10 for "tn 12 -6/2 +1 for L. Kp:3/5": 1 2 3 4 5 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "BG2 now at M+1, bg1 at S+1" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Gyrojet Pistol vs TN 6 for "short tn4, -2sl, +4 partial cover. TN6. 12M AP at bg2, cause he nailed Viper. Second Shot": 1 1 3 3 4 4 5 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Gyrojet Pistol vs TN 6 for "short tn4, -2sl, +4 partial cover. TN6. 12M AP at bg2, cause he nailed Viper. Second Shot. Kp:2/5": 1 2 3 4 4 5 9 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 11 for "tn 12 -6/2 +2 for M. BG2's soak": 1 1 3 4 4 4 13 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 1 vs TN 11 for "tn 12 -6/2 +2 for M. BG2's soak. kp4/5": 2 2 3 3 4 4 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "he takes another M. So both badguys at S+1" «Plot» Dean says, "bg2 goes at…4 which was 6 before he went up 2 wound levels. Reaction 8, if you've got higher reaction, it's your turn!" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) has the Attribute Reaction with the value '5 (9)'. «Plot» Dean says, "Do it up! Kill these fraggers! (or run up the stairs and hope the door is unlocked for your grenade)" Viper blinks in surprise as she hears the shout, looking up at the window but unable to respond before they open up fire on her, nailing her a couple of times. Thankfully her armor holds up and absorbs the impact so she's unharmed. She's not about to chance running to the door now, so instead, she tosses her flash grenade at them, hoping to make it through the window, and then snatches up her TMP, not waiting for the grenade to go off before she fires at the first one that shot at her. + Mo Rolls «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Throwing Weapons vs TN 4: 1 2 4 5 = 2 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls 1: 11 «OOC» Viper says, "See where it rolls!" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 1 for "if this is 1 or 2, the window is not busted up enough to let the thing pass through :(": 9 «OOC» Viper says, "Whew… lucky" «OOC» Dean says, "Okay, so it goes through, and scatters to an unbelievable 11th dimension…what's it do then? damage? just glare?" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Submachine Guns (Sandler TMP) vs TN 6 for "TN4 -2SL2 +4 partial cover. Damage 11S ExEx ammo at BG1": 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 21 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 8 for "tn 11 -6 +3 for S. BG2's soak.": 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 8 for "tn 11 -6 +3 for S. BG2's soak.kp5:5": 1 2 3 3 4 4 11 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls 1 for "Distance of scatter for grenade, minus 4 meters due to successes": 4 «Plot» Dean says, "And you blow badguy 2 out of his socks, go ahead and pose that." «OOC» Viper says, "Goes off, everyone in the blast radias gets +4 Tn from flash, unless they have flash comp, then its +2. Think we might get the +2 as well as we're looking at it now" Viper manages to not only get that grenade through the window, but it lands right at their feet! It hasn't gone off yet, so she lifts her TMP quickly to fire at the first one that shot at her, sending a burst through his throat and finishing off what Dean started. One down, who knows how many more they have waiting for them though. Dean, having fired off a few rapid shots at each of the head and shoulders gunmen visible through the window, now starred with cracks and blackened with cordite, feels the sights of one gunman settle on him even as he shifts aim back to the man. + Exchange of Fire «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "burst at Dean, tn 4 short, +3 S wound, +2 firing from cover, -2 smartlink, tn 7.": 1 1 1 4 4 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "burst at Dean, tn 4 short, +3 S wound, +2 firing from cover, -2 smartlink, tn 7. Second burst at Dean": 1 4 5 8 13 = 2 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Dean facing …9S from Ares Lightfire Machine pistol" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Body + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "9-7armour. Burning last 4 combat pool to soak": 1 1 1 2 2 4 4 5 5 5 = 7 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Hoorah! Nada for Dean. Zero effect." «Plot» Dean says, "And the grenade/flash thing goes off, everybody's at +2 due to glare with flare comp. We can roll Reaction 6 to halve that since we know it's coming. Well 8 for Dean, he wasn't sure." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Reaction vs TN 8: 1 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 4 9 9 10 11 = 4 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Reaction vs TN 6: 1 1 2 2 2 3 4 4 7 = 1 Success «Plot» Dean says, "Phase 3. Dean at 6, BG2 is dead, BG1 has taken all actions, Viper has too. +1 glare for goodguys, +2 for badguys." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Gyrojet Pistol vs TN 7 for "tn4 short, -2smartlink, +1 glare, +4 partial cover for…7": 1 1 3 4 5 9 11 = 2 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 12 for "12Map -6/2 +3 for wound…12": 2 3 3 5 8 8 10 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "and badguys at the window are dead" «Plot» Dean says, "Hearing roll!" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "+2 for amped hearing": 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 8 «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Intelligence: 1 2 4 5 5 7 8 «Plot» Dean says, "There's much stomping of boots inside." The second man in the window takes a shot to the clavicle, the little rocket breaking bone and rending a swath of tissue damage. Runnig footsteps and frantic voices come in response to the quick exchange of gunfire and flash of the grenade. The two runners on the stairway landing, both with marred clothing from burst fire, are lucky to be alive. Viper curses as she hears the running and hits the stairs quickly, keeping her SMG at the ready. If it's more enemies, hopefully they got nailed by that flash grenade as well, else this could be rough… Dean reloads, not wanting a half clip for this, and stuffs the other one away loose in the cargo pocket inside which is strapped his magazine holsters. He covers the window while his partner bolts up the stairs, hands working in a flash to reload. «Plot» Dean says, "You can see one confirmed masked man through the same window to your right, just stepping over the bodies of his downed compatriots it looks like from him looking at the floor." Viper runs up to the door and decides to be a bit theatrical, giving the door a SWAT boot to get it open and out of the way and then ready her SMG against the first baddie she sees. Dean follows suit, not wanting to stay in the open, and knowing she might need support if there are still targets inside. He sincerely hopes to find Slick alive. Images of the man strapped to a chair with a plastic sheet covering the floor below it flash through his head. + Shootin' Shit Up «Plot» Dean says, "There's buddy through the window to your right, one guy just rounding the corner in front of you. There's an unexpected little hallway in front of you, so the window where the 2 guys were, and 1 new guy is, is blocked by a thin wall. The guy coming around the corner in front of you will have a clear shot in a sec, you can duck into the hallway and be out of windowman's sight." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Initiative with a result of 25. «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Initiative with a result of 14. «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 2 for "+8 for guy in hallway": 2 3 «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 2 for "+8 for guy in window": 4 4 «Plot» Dean says, "Dean at 25, Windowman at 16-he can only see Dean, Viper at 14, getting the drop on Hallwayman at 13!" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Gyrojet Pistol + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "short tn4, -2smartlink, +2 for minimal cover not that he's level with the window": 1 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 10 11 = 8 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Redacted, to 5 successes for still having +1 glare" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 + 7 vs TN 9 for "Windowman vs 12D+1 -6/2 armour, full combat pool": 1 1 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 5 5 7 16 = 1 Success «OOC» Viper says, "I goofed on the flash… its a +6 penatly. -2 for flare compensations." «Plot» Dean says, "I'll rule that since we all suffered +2, with you and I +1 for knowing it was coming and making that Reaction 6 test, the +2/1 will stand." «OOC» Viper says, "Reduces by -2 per combat turn as well, so it'd be… +4 now, +2 for flare compensation" «Plot» Dean says, "Uh…I'll say that since this is all happening so quickly, we're all suffering full penalties for the duration, just to cut down on book keeping. Flash grenades are actually pretty badass…hm." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 + 7 - 1 vs TN 9 for "Windowman vs 12D+4 -6/2 armour, full combat pool. kp1/5": 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 9 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 + 7 - 2 vs TN 9 for "Windowman vs 12D+4 -6/2 armour, full combat pool. kp:3/5": 2 2 2 4 4 4 4 4 4 5 9 10 = 2 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Windowman takes S, from D+1 minus 4 successes, second shot…" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Gyrojet Pistol + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "short tn4, -2smartlink, +2 for minimal cover not that he's level with the window. cp 8 of 10. Second shot": 1 1 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 7 9 = 5 Successes «OOC» Dean says, "crap!" «OOC» Viper says, "Nice" «Plot» Dean says, "Redacted to 2 successes because he forgot glare +1 again" «OOC» Viper says, "Heh" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 12 for "Windowman vs 12S -6/2 armour,+3 from S, combat pool burned": 1 1 2 3 4 4 11 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 12 for "Windowman vs 12S -6/2 armour,+3 from S, combat pool burned. kp4/5": 1 2 2 3 3 4 10 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Windowman is Dead, I'll pose it while you take your shot at hallwayman" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Submachine Guns (Sandler TMP) vs TN 5 for " TN 4 -2 SL2 +2 minimal cover +1 glare": 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 = 2 Successes «OOC» Viper says, "11D" As Viper puts boot to door, Dean covers the stairwell in leaps of 3 steps at a time. Out the corner of his eye, he catches movement, turns, and fires twice at the center of it, able to confirm a target by an instant recognition of total lack of facial features. Another masked man. Two shots to the center, and the shadowy figure disappears. + Matcheeen Gunnah! «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 + 7 vs TN 5 for "11D, 6 armour, full combat pool to soak": 1 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 8 15 16 = 4 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 + 7 - 4 vs TN 5 for "11D, 6 armour, full combat pool to soak. Kp1/5": 1 2 3 3 4 5 5 5 7 11 = 5 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "And he actually takes the first burst with a grunt, second burst?" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Submachine Guns (Sandler TMP) + 8 vs TN 8 for " TN 4 -2 SL2 +2 Minimal cover +1 glare +3 recoil": 1 1 1 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 15 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Submachine Guns (Sandler TMP) + 8 vs TN 8 for " TN 4 -2 SL2 +2 Minimal cover +1 glare +3 recoil kp 1/1": 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 7 7 9 14 = 2 Successes «OOC» Viper says, "Err… forgot to subtract one >.>" «OOC» Dean says, "Meh" «OOC» Viper says, "ah well, simple 11D" «Plot» Dean says, "Exactly, buddy facing 11D once again" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 5 for "11D -6 ballistic, combat pool burned. Come on buddy!": 2 3 4 5 5 8 10 = 4 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 4 vs TN 5 for "11D -6 ballistic, combat pool burned. Come on buddy! kp2/5": 2 3 4 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 - 4 vs TN 5 for "11D -6 ballistic, combat pool burned. Come on buddy! kp4/5": 2 3 7 = 1 Success «Plot» Dean says, "And Hallwayman is at … M" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 4 for "Blasting Viper with an Ares Lightfire burst. Base 9M. TN4 short, -2sl, +2glare.": 1 2 2 3 11 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 - 1 vs TN 4 for "Blasting Viper with an Ares Lightfire burst. Base 9M. TN4 short, -2sl, +2glare. kp5/5": 2 2 2 3 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Soak that 9M" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Body: 1 4 5 5 10 «OOC» Viper says, "Soaked" «Plot» Dean says, "Viper cares not for puny human bullets! Oops, forgot M?!!?! Same effect, burst two." «OOC» Viper says, "Omnomnom" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "Blasting Viper with an Ares Lightfire burst. Base 9M. TN4 short, -2sl, +2glare, +2 for M damage. Second Burst.": 1 1 2 5 5 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "and Hallwayman shoots wild! Phase 2…" «Plot» Dean says, " Dean says, "Dean at 15, Windowman Dead, Viper at 4, Hallway man at 3-2 for M. 1! Dean can't see jack, so it's Viper up to bat." «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Submachine Guns (Sandler TMP) vs TN 5 for " TN 4 -2 SL2 +2 minimal cover +1 glare Die darn you! 11S": 1 1 2 3 4 4 4 10 = 1 Success «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 7 for "11S -6 armour, kp burned, cp burned": 1 2 3 4 5 5 10 = 1 Success «Plot» Dean says, "S+3 for our little friend" «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) rolls Submachine Guns (Sandler TMP) vs TN 8 for " TN 4 -2 SL2 +2 minimal cover +1 glare +3 Recoil Die DAMN you! 11S": 1 1 2 2 2 2 8 10 = 2 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 7 vs TN 8 for "11S -6 armour, kp burned, cp burned +3tn for S wound, forgot to mention +2 for M wound last roll.": 1 4 4 4 5 5 5 = 0 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "Hallway man is dead and a half" «OOC» Viper says, "Yay!" Viper drops to a kneel once the door is kicked in and turns to the man coming in from the hallway, firing off two bursts at him. He keeps moving and shoots at her, the first smacking into her armor and the rest sailing over her head and she fires off two more bursts, dropping him. She turns to the next one, but Dean already has him down. "Clear!" The pair of gunners cover each other checking the place over, it's a wreck. Looks like a couple concussion grenades have made a nice mess of the things. Lying on the floor just around the corner is a minotaur matching Dean's description, riddled with maybe two dozen bullets. An elf woman lies not too far further into the office, facedown and arm twitching. They enter the office to further shouts of 'clear!' and there's a spry looking dude with a half dozen chipslots on each side of his head, and a row of autofire stitched across his back. Slick, an absolutely gorgeous elven man in a dishevelved beige linen suit is in fact tied to a chair. No plastic sheet or missing eyelids though. A sixth downed gunman in black is propped against one wall, bleeding out. Viper moves to check on the targets that they came to save, checking to see if they're alive, but she's no medic and wasn't trained in first aid, so if they're not breathing, she isn't sure if they're going to make it or not. "Your friend seemed to have pissed off quite the enemy…" Though the fact they gunned down all of Slick's guards, she confirms that they had gotten insanely lucky that the two of them cleared the place out without getting hurt. Dean checks the bodies of the bodyguards, applying a trauma patch to the trog, who's in the worst shape. Then cuts the elven fixer loose with his pocket knife and applies a stimpatch to shake him out of his stupor. Hoping the elf will cover ammo and medical supply costs, seeing as they just saved his ass. + Book Keeping «Auto-Judge[]» Viper (#11939) uses 15 of item 1: EXEX Rounds (SMG) from Ammo (#12228). «Plot» Dean says, "Remind me, Slick will cover your ammo costs." «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls 10 vs TN 5 for "for troll bodyguard's trauma patch save, +1tn for dermal deposits": 2 2 3 3 4 4 7 8 10 11 = 4 Successes «Plot» Dean says, "The trog is stable" «Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Biotech + Task Pool: 1 for "for trying not to fuck anything up, and assessing the others": 2 2 3 «OOC» Dean says, "Oh well" The elf comes to, looking around, he exclaims "FRAG!" Dean looks taken aback by that, like he's never seen an elf swear or something. Slick elaborates, "FRAG ME! Motherfucking fuckhead fucks!" Before jolting upright and nearly keeling over from his newly discovered standing position. "Are my guys alright?!" He actually sounds mildly concerned, maybe not all fixers are completely cold sons of bitches. Viper glances over at the elf and smirks a bit as she stands, glancing down at the elf's men. "I… don't know… Gunner, what do you think?" She finally slides her SMG behind her, seems she won't need it anymore now at least. "Dean, I'm glad you came. Wish you'd been here 20 minutes ago. Fraggers tried to rob me, got wind of one of my projects I guess." He checks the other man over, seems to be fine, and spares a cautious look at the ork woman, he's never met her, but she appears to be with his acquaintance. "Don't know you, but if you're with him-" he flicks a thumb at Dean "you come pre-approved. Not to mention that you just took out my…captors, it looks like. Thank you." Dean says, "They seem alive at any rate, dunno about Nightmare, he's in baaad shape. I know he and I had our differences, but he needs a surgeon right quick. I stuck 'im with a trauma patch, but…" Viper inclines her head to the elf as she's thanked and smiles a bit. "Well, at least it's over now… though I'm honestly surprised we managed to pull it off without anymore trouble…" She slowly moves over to the two men, looking at the downed trogg. "Especially if they took down a troll, they're hard to put down…" The elf recovers his equilibrium, pretty well for a man in his position and bleeding from one ear from concussive blasts. He motions Dean for something, who looks uncertain and goes to hand him a smoke. "Phone." The elf makes a 'what the fuck are you thinking' face, and punches a number into the disposable unit handed to him. Slick heaps on a little praise, "As far as I'm concerned, you just showed me some serious talent, and helped me out of a very tight spot, I'll see to it you're made happy. They were what, six? Of course, six. Serious runners too, I know who they are. Call - ahem - called themselves Crossfire6. Urban mercenaries who relocated here from Chigago a few years back. Serves them right." Slick holds up a finger to indicate that they should wait, but has enough of a sense of clout about him that it can't hardly offend. He talks briskly into the phone for all of ten seconds, and it sounds like a clean up squad with snake shaman included has just been whistled up. He hands the phone back, and goes to clasp Dean's hand, pulling him in for an 'I'm still a man' handshake/back-pat/hug, and offers a magnanimous smile and hearty handshake to the lady. Viper tilts her head to the side as she shakes the elf's hand in a firm grip. "Well, I'm called Viper. I gave Gunner here my contact info if you need my skills for anything." She takes a deep breath and looks around. "Mercenary group huh? Used to do that work myself, still do in a way." "Viper? A pleasure. Slick, or Silver, or any combination thereof that pleases you. As to requiring your skills-" He turns his head, spins on his heel, and steps to the desk, tilting it up so everything - busted up computer monitor and office debris - tumbles to the floor. "I did call you here for something, certainly not for this." He waives his hands and the wreckage and points accusingly at one of the downed would-be robbers. "I've still got that on offer, and need it done sooner now that this unfortunate busines has taken place." That said, he rights a couple chairs and offers them a seat, then goes to check quickly on his fallen bodyguards, ensuring each is breathing at least, and shifts the chiphead sprawled over the other desk to a more comfortable position. Then takes a leaning seat on the edge of the desk he'd just cleared. Viper nods softly at that and moves to stay near Dean for now, looking up at him. Its his contact and fixer, she'll let him do the talking for now. Afterall, they just got finished with a risky fight, she's not sure if he wants to keep going since he hasn't eaten yet. Dean harrumphs at the man's quick recovery and immediate return to biz, despite the rivulet of blood running down from his ear. Does the elf ever stop thinking biz? He wonders. Fraggit, work is work, and he's hungry in more than one sense. He taps out a cigarette, jauntily bent and crumpled, and pulls out his lucky zippo. For the first time in a long time, forgets to offer one to anyone else. He takes a deep drag, sits in the offered chair with a thump. "Slick? You fer real omae? I'm happy t'do yer work, and you know it. Maybe it can wait till tomorrow, when we haven't just finished up a firefight?" "Certainly, sorry about that. It's a simple job, minimal complications…" Viper raises an eyebrow at that and glances around. "Look like it already had a complication, and hardly minimal, chummer…" "What this? This is unconnected with the other job. Well, that's not precisely correct. The job I originally offered was geared to avoid incidents like this." Slick explains. "As for today's crisis, I'll obviously cover all costs, and I'll consider myself in your debt. To the tune of owing you a favor, or a … generous cash settlement as a gift." He waives his hands, trying to clear Dean's smoke from his face. It seems it's sort of a game between them. "I'll give you some detail on the job, if you're interested. But first, what can I do to see you two walk away happy after today's messy business? Well, to see you walk away happy, Ms Viper. Dean doesn't get jack." He smirks, pointing at the other man's chest aggressively, smirk turning into a small grin. Viper raises an eyebrow at that and chuckles as she looks over at Dean. "Well, I've just come into town, so some money to get me on my feet is certainly good in my book…" + Shhhh! «OOC» Viper says, "Him as a contact and the 10k plus my 15 ammo back is fine ;) I'll have to try and get some APDS later for heavy pistols." Viper runs a hand through her hair and thinks about it for a minute. "Well, what money you can spare, plus resupplying the ammo I used would be nice… though favors are also rather good, so I'll accept that and whatever else you feel is fair." "Very good of you. I'll consider myself in your debt, and give you what I can of my operating capital once I've had a chance to reassess. That, and the promise of two jobs immediately actionable if you are willing when I present them to you. First, a little security systems test, and after that - find who ratted me out and sicked these dogs on me." Slick gestures angrily at the mercenaries, face turning a bit red. "I hope your people are alright, Slick, I really do." Dean sincerely does.