| GM: Knox, ICly as “Luther Sucreasi” Players: Vera, Dorian Synopsis: Luther Sucreasi, impatient at Innocenti and Corder’s tactics, and fairyl certain the Yakuza have killed or kidnapped his Lt. “Big Man” Miller, hires two deniable runner to send a “message” (a third one) to an Osaka Twins massage parlor/bunraku operation called “Hosaka Sushi & Massage”. Narrative: "Flames pour from the front of "Hosaka Sushi & Massage", a Yakuza front, in southeastern CAS. Two suspects, allegedly with grenades, took out the small bunraku operation. Trideo is circulated amongst Mafia contacts of some Yak soldiers in "compromising positions." «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Real quick. This is a plot. I am a GM. You are the players. I am not out to kill anyone on purpose, I don't get off on that. I may at times reduce complex rules to simpler rolls for speed and effect, shadowrun is a deadly place and bad things happen blah blah blah. You get one argument call, that's it. I'm impatient and don't want to waste my time. Consent if you agree with the GM's decree set forth. I will also need your firstborn child." It's too chilly and rainy for June here in Denver, damn it. How the hell did you end up here anyway? Now Luther Sucreasi, the don of the Sucreasi family, is seated across from you in his limousine, staring at you. The leather creaks as you shift with the passing time and as the chauffer drives around the same downtown block. "…….So it's like that you dig? Explosives, nasty fuckin' shit. Bullets, pipebombs, old school knock down you feel me? They all ready know who's hittin' 'em, we just got to. Keep. On. The. Pressure." The scar faced elf takes a drag from his cigarette before exhaling it slowly. "I can do bodies if it's necessary." He finally speaks up after having been in silence while the job was explained. His eyes shift on over to the card Vera is holding in order to check out the address. The car slows down to a halt where you both arrived. He nods, "I'll be here in two hours. So should you." «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Free pose, like I said this is a bit sandboxy i leave it up to you guys. I leave work in an hour and a half, lets see if we can do the worlds fastest simple hit job." The generously built elf, at both hip and bust, arches an eyebrow at Mr. Cigar. She tosses her head with a grin. "You have no need to fear, sir. We'll make sure it's well-demonstrated that there is no effective protection not provided by your friends," she says, rather cheerily. She nods to Dorian, as well, as soon as the pair have relocated away from the meet. "All right, planning. I've got a pair of MAD-proof ceramic pistols," she says. "I could load up with gel, tart myself up, ask for an 'interview,' draw weapons, and simply fight my way out, while you set up with some sort of heavier weapon in an escape vehicle to cover my escape. Easy as that," she says. "Message made, no cops involved, lots of noise, no bodies. I've got no problem whatsoever creating corpses, but I usually demand better payment for the service," she explains. "What do you think?" «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "You guys have a fixer contact or auto enthusiast contact?" «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "You could try hitting up your fixer for some kind of barely working piece of crap car to toss?" «Plot» Dorian says, "Alright I'll hit up the contact for a throw-away car." «Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Etiquette (Street) vs TN 4: 1 3 5 8 = 2 Successes Nell picks up the phone on the firt ring. "Yea, I got your text. Just so happens my dear ol' Ex. I'm thinking ten grand. Half for the alimony you still owe me, another five for wasting my youth." «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Negotiation vs tn5" "10 grand? I'm sure you can cut that down a bit hmm? It's a beater for one, and I already paid you everything I owe. In double. You took my BMW." Dorian answers. «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Dorian your intell?" Nell tsks tsks, "Don't pull that shit on me!" She cackles. Literally cackles. "Ten grand it is. I'll have Roy drop it off whenever you like. You remember Roy right? My new boy toy? The one who bounces at One?" She snickers. "I'm checking my bank account now, still game?" 15 minutes later and ten grand later, a rusted up barely servicable Chrysler-Dodge Nu-Charger(2045 model) comes coughing up an alleyway. A hunky looking ork in cowboy boots and black leather steps out. He smiles at Dorian and tosses him the keys. "Here ya go bro. Nell says thanks for the cash. We're gonna go vacay on it." He turns around and hails a cab, guy never even bothers for a response. "Aww look at that piece of shit….10 fucking grand for this.. I get the honor of burning it." He tells Vera, not even bothering with the Ork while catching the keys. "Fucking trogs need to keep a good ride. Anyways, let's go." Vera winks at Dorian. "Well, you've got a sense of humor, and you're not a total loss." She beams. "All right. I'll share my handle with you. On jobs like this, I always end up getting called Posh, for some reason." She chuckles a bit, and then nods. "Mind taking me by my place? I've got a few goodies to pick up." Vera has left. The scar faced elf waits in the parking for Vera to return before driving off towards the massage parlor, punching in the address on the nav unit to head there, on the way he enjoys himself a cigarette with the window cracked open of course. He's got everything he needs resting on the backseat in his duffle bag. «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Just let me know when you're pulling up to the joint/nearing area so i can drop a pose. Until then pose away" "So long as you don't take an hour shopping like most girls do hmm?" Dorian comments with a sidelong grin, obviously jesting with her, or maybe not, it's hard to tell, but his tone is amused enough. He stops by the nearest sex shop on the way. "Find a nice little kit, it'll liven up this piece of shit car." «Plot» Vera says, "Disguise roll. The goal is not to look like a particular person, but just to look like not me." "And I'm just yanking yours." Dorian retorts with a grin. Once she starts getting ready, he resumes his driving towards the massage parlor, switching the radio station now and then to find some decent tunes. «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "GM note, between the shopping, the driving around, and the car stuff, it's been a bit over an hour." Vera opens a small case that contains two tiny holdout pistols - Beretta Stilettos, with ceramic silencers and magazines, and checks the loading: a pair of spare mags, gels loaded in, plastic Hi-C rounds as emergency backup. The tiny slimline holsters accept the pistols with the relatively stubby silencers installed, and she begins to conceal them on her person, taping these temporary deep conceal holsters to the side straps of her bra, after peeling off her shirt. She humms softly as she begins to put on the bustier, and laces it up, which makes it impossible to get to the pistols hidden beneath - in order to draw, she will have to unlace the bustier and reveal her bra again. The hot pants go on over the elf's thong worn underneath her jeans, and she wriggles her feet into a pair of platform heels. As a pale, short-haired brunette, her beauty mark hidden with the right dash of makeup, and contacts, she turns to Dorian. "How do I look?" she asks. "Ready when you are, I think." Dorian spares a glance towards Vera before turning back with a grin. "Like the girl who's gonna gimme a massage." He says with a laugh, obviously jesting on this one. He nudges his head up ahead and pulls the car up slowly. "Alright you're on. Soon as you start making your way out, I'm throwin' a tube in at the door behind ya. Hope you can run in those things.." "Hey there, sugar," she says, setting one hand on a hip. "Ah dun know if it's still current, but my daddy (obviously referring to her pimp) says you were looking for girls? Can a belle like me get an interview with the boss?" she asks, expecting to be taken round back. "I'm clean and I'm not on anything too heavy. Promise." She sniffs, but her eyes are not dull - suggesting a controlled Novacoke habit. Vera laughs. "So do I," she says, with a little chuckle. "Do you mind going gel in case we need it? It's a pride thing, not a morality thing. Wet work from me costs at least twenty k. But if you insist…well, please do not let me spoil your fun, love," she jokes. "And don't worry. I plan to open fire before anything gets weird. They've got almost no chance of taking me alive." With everything secured, her silencers removed after remembering that it's going to be loud anyway when things start, and wanting to keep the weapons even more concealable, the pistols deeply hidden and impervious to chemical sniffing and magnetic detection, she hops out of the cheap car (which makes the disguise more believable) and totters up to the door guard. "Hey there, sugar," she says, setting one hand on a hip. "Ah dun know if it's still current, but my daddy (obviously referring to her pimp) says you were looking for girls? Can a belle like me get an interview with the boss?" she asks, expecting to be taken round back. "I'm clean and I'm not on anything too heavy. Promise." She sniffs, but her eyes are not dull - suggesting a controlled novacoke habit. «Plot» Vera says, "When you catch up, I would like to make an etiquette role to act the part that I look. :)" Dorian pulls the car across the street and keeps his eyes on Vera and the doorman, as if touching her is suppose to cost the man something and this elf is the one who needs the cash or the pimp hand be raisin' and rainin'. «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, " OK, Dorian’s posture looks like a douche from inside the car. Not really acting though :P. The target building is a stand alone kind of beat up concrete and fake bamboo fronted building amid a block of scattered Asian chain restaurants, a trideo rental store across the street, and a housing project further down. Everything else is weeds and empty lots with the occasional BTL head. The door man, a burly Japanese –American, barely fits in his suit. He look over at Vera. and quirks an eyebrow. "Uh….what?"" «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "TN 4 for etiquette" Vera pulls out the card with the address on it, which indicates that this is indeed a massage parlor. "I'm looking to get regular work," she says, with a smile. "Was hoping' to talk to the boss." «Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Etiquette (Street) vs TN 4 for "I be pimpin'.": «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Not familiar with tailored, did they affect your initial roll? Or the coutner roll? Or both?" The scar faced elf reaches out back bring the duffle bag down closer in the rear so he can unzip it, from it he retrieves an Ares Alpha with quite a few modifications made to it and settles it onto his lap, a mini Offensive HE grenade already nesting within the noob tube, and the clip loaded up with lethal ammo. Body counts gets on the news. «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 3 vs TN 8 for "6+2 for defaulting to charisma": 2 5 10 = 1 Success «Plot» Vera says, "Let me know if he gets suspicious and I need to fast-talk." The door guard nods slowly and looks at the card, "Uh, well look we don't usually go for dandi-….uh your type." He blows a wad of snot onto a nearby fake plastic bush. "Lemme check this out, stay right and i'll get the lady of the house." The rain continues to pour, some of it leaks through the "roof" Dorian's new hot ride. The door guard slowly starts to turn towards the front metal door with it's maglock. Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Even better, when she comes out we blast em. You run in, I nuke the open door and we're out." Vera gives a smile to door guard. Whores hear far worse, after all. "Don't worry about it, sugar. As you can see, I'm not built like most skinny dandelion eaters. You think those Japanese guys with the punch perms an' the missin' fingers won't like a nice titsy gaijin leaf-eater?" she teases. "Get me an interview with the boss, and maybe I could say thank you myself, later?" she suggests. «Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Negotiation + 2 for "pheremones, fast-talking": «Plot» Vera says, "Right now I have no idea how good my roll was, or if you want it as an open test or an opposed test or whatever" «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 3 vs TN 5 for "Things have been dicey for his people lately, but she is pretty god damn hot hard to think straight.": 1 1 2 = 0 Successes The man shifts and adjusts himself, "Oh." He gulps and nods, the gun at his waistbant remains untouched. "Ohhhhhhhhhh." He smiles wide and scans the goods. He tells Vera, "Stay right here." He turns around and slots a key through the maglock attached to the door and walks inside. «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Perception rolls please" You paged Dorian with 'Thanks to the cameras in your eyes, you can tell that the front door overhang is also covering up a security camera. The whole building looks recently re-enforced as the windows are boarded up with fresh plastic security grating.’ Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Place looks reinforced, the open door is our weakness to breach. There's also a camera overhead, so if we can kill 'em outside and torch it from within, it's even better." Dorian pages: For reference, where is the camera pointing? «Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Intelligence: 1 2 4 5 8 13 Commlink-Posh> Vera says, "It's more of a statement to blast it up from the inside, don't you think? I'll look for a window to break out through." Vera/Posh: The door starts to close behind him, slowly, and the foyer looks much like a doctor's office. Blue carpeting, white walls, no one in there though the muffled sound of moaning is apparent. «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Vera you hanging outside or disobeying and heading in?" Right in front of the camera, while waiting, Vera hums softly to herself as she looks up at the camera, and then grins a bit. She starts to turn her hips slightly a little bit, and begins to unlace her bustier, while watching the camera. She leaves it unlaced, ready to yank open, when the man reappears. "Thought I'd give whoever your buddy in the security office is a little show," she says, with a giggle, after the man who closes "Nothing wrong with making friends, is there?" «Plot» Vera says, "I'm disguised and I've got it going well. I think I'm going to hang outside as ordered." 5 Minutes go by. «Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) uses 1 of item 4: Jazz: Combat Drug from Action Vera (#11380). The door swings open again; this time the guard re-appears with a paunchy and haggard Japanese looking woman in a dress. She carries a pocket secretary with her and stands next to the guard, blocking entrance into the building. The woman looks to teh guard, "What I tell you?", she says to him in heavily accented English. She looks over Vera. «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 5 for "Madame looking for bad things": The woman seems very suspicious. "What you want?" And waiting in the car is Dorian, now complete with visible twitches for those near by, as he looks at the two now coming back out the door, his grip on his assault rifle is ready to be raised at any given moment. Obviously his wired reflexes have kicked in thanks to the trigger. Vera looks at the Japanese woman, and then politely dips her head. "A job, mama-san," she replies, simply, wanting to look relatively meek. "I make friends nice, and I've got a winning attitude, as handsome here already can tell, I hope." She offers a wink to the man, and then smile at the aged woman. «Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Body vs TN 5 for "addiction test": Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Just say the word and I blaze 'em.." «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 5 vs TN 12 for "Suspicious circumstances, detrimental to woman, creepy car.": 1 2 2 2 4 = 0 Successes «Plot» Vera says, "GM: I posed unlacing the bustier earlier, while putting on a little show for the camera. Do you think that my pistols are now ready to be quickdrawn, or would it need to be opened entirely, or could I rip it open with a little strength test?" The Madame stares blankly at Vera. "We mostly bunrakus." She points at a much older model data jack in her forehead. "Meat puppet, play pretend." She nods, "We have other place you might be good. I need demo-", she looks to the guard. That moaning is incessant combined with muffled giggles. The guard warms his hands and looks back to Vera. The Madame continues, "Come in, I tape." «Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 1 for " Jazz duration x 10 minutes; about 6 minutes passed.": 1 «Plot» Vera says, "I'll follow the mamasan until I see another guard, different from the one behind me. Then I'm going to quickdraw." Commlink-Posh> Vera says, "Waiting till I see one hostile plus the mamasan. Blow the door when you hear shooting. Aim for the lock. I'll probably be able to bust through if it's damaged." «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Only one guard and mamasan actually. There's an additional door deeper inside to, likely, the brothel rooms. But this is a small time biz, so as far as sense goes just oen guard." The Madame reaches onto a shelf where a trid-recorder rig and cheap sinsense rig are placed. Meanwhile, the big guard licks his lips and starts to loosen his belt. «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Vera is now inside." Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "Just tell me when and I blow the door." Vera waits right for the moment when the guard is occupied, the Madame is reaching on the shelf, and she is unlacing her bust. Perfect. And that is when…she suddenly draws, in a flurry of speed, hoping that she's been able to take advantage of their expectations of her to truly surprise them with those little pistols. «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 3 vs TN 4 for "Madame": 1 2 3 = 0 Successes «Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Quickness vs TN 6 for "Two pistols": «Plot» Vera says, "Point blank, unmoving, unreasy opposition, I am not moving, Ambidex 7. TN 2 main hand, two shots at big guy, aiming and then one shot at mama-san" «Plot» Vera says, "Weapon is 5L Stun." «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 5 + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 3 for "Resisting gel rounds minus 2 for impact plus 4/4 of combat pool": 1 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 10 = 6 Successes «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "That's the guard" «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 3 + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 5 for "No armor, Mama.": 1 2 3 5 5 = 2 Successes «Plot» Vera says, "D stun for mama-san, as I see it." «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Yes, please pose away." Three small, sharp yips from the Berettas ring out as those gel rounds dig into the base of the mama' sans skull and two of the rounds dig into the armor right at the guard's solar plexus. The rounds are perfectly placed in both cases, transferring every joule of energy to the general pressure points aimed at. Commlink-Posh> Vera says, "Change of plans. We're going big. I'm going to put a bullet through each bunraku's brain. Put them out of their misery, destroy the assets, and leave these two idiots humiliated. You like?" «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 5 for "Hey, like, what was that sound?": 2 3 4 4 7 «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Hey folks, time check RL i got to split in the next 15 minutes or so, so, Vera are you heading deeper inside the little massage parlor or beating feet?" Vera picks up the trid recorder, and starts to go to each room, the pistol held in front of her. "Okay," she sub vocalizes into the Commlink. "Let me catch what I can on tape, and we'll submit it. I think the gunshots, though, will bring the news well enough. Bunraku's illegal, and it gets headlines." She laughs softly. "Bombs next time, okay?" she promises, as she starts to go door to door, opening each one and trying to get the customer's face on tape. Those customers are going to be -seriously- pissed at the protection. «Plot» Vera says, "Let me know if they do anything other than freak and try to run." Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "The guy really wanted us to blow the place up, y'know. And filming Yaks is a pretty bad idea, they're not always naked y'know? I'm tossing some at the door, get out after and I'm hauling some more in there." Vera opens the first door where a pair of men in Yakuza-y looking tattoos and a woman are sexually engaged in various states of undress on a pair of mats. They're very loud and look up as Vera is filming them. They all yell and the men start reaching for their pants. «Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 5 for "Defaulting Launch Weapon, Base TN 4, +2 defaulting, -1 Smartlink. Grenadelink modification. Offensive HE grenade.": «Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls 2: 4 5 Hearing the gunshots inside, Dorian quickly raises his assault rifle out of the window and aims it upwards while arming the grenade launcher chamber on it, he takes careful aim thanks to his smart link feature and sends the neurological message down from the processor to the induction pad in his palm which triggers the grenade to rocket off towards the door hitting it square in the middle and blasting it open while clearing the hinges and taking some materials off with them. »>Door is clear.«< «Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Initiative with a result of 30. «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 2 + 5 for "Yak Sr.": 1 3 3 3 4 4 5 «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 2 for "+5, Yak Sr.": 1 7 «Plot» Vera says, "12 and 10?" «Plot» Vera says, "So. I'm going to attempt to, I guess with a simple action, flip the trid so that I'm covering the lens with my hand. TN?" «Plot» Vera says, "Also, is activating a superflash a free action or a simple action?" «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Then yep, free action" «Plot» Vera says, "Yes" «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 5 vs TN 12 for "Yak 1": 3 4 4 15 25 = 2 Successes «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "They're blind Yak Jr, the one who was more blind is out cold." «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Next action?" Dorian reaches into his lap to retrieve another HE round and insert it into the under barrel grenade launcher he finally gets to use. He's like a child on Christmas just readying that next round to send it to his next intended target. Time to damage this bitch. «Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) uses 1 of item 4: Mini-Grenade(Offensive HE) from Ammo (#12166). «Plot» Vera says, "Yak Jr took an S Phys from that gel round, right?" The blinded older gentlemen releases a kamikaze yell as razor blades snick out from his finger nails. He charges blindy in the general direction of where Vera last was and starts slashing, unsure if he strikes anything. «Auto-Judge[]» Luther Sucreasi (#6447) rolls 1 for "Odd, he trips on mat and impales self.": 4 «OOC» Dorian says, "So 9D." With a quick step backwards, Vera pulls herself back, moving almost too quick for the eye to see., trying to stay out of the way of those wicked blades. "You blind bastard," she laughs, incredulously. "Big mistake. Oh, and smile for the camera," she says, leveling her pistol at the unbalanced man, ready to put him down for a while. «OOC» Luther Sucreasi says, "Oh so now he's blind ;P" «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Next action?" Vera's bare arm extends just as she takes a couple steps back, and aims directly at the head of the bladed assailant, her heart thumping with Jazz and the chemical dump of wired reflexes. Since she carries a little extra, she's thankful for her synthacardium. «Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Pistols vs TN 5 for "whatever! Called shot +2 +1 for melee range": 2 2 3 3 3 4 11 = 1 Success Vera finds that the gel round does little in battle, when her ability to focus has been hindered by trying to keep up, and this Yakuza is just too close. The gel round caroms off his forehead, surely having some effect, but her enemy is tough and ready himself. She throws down the pistols, closing her fist, remembering some of her own past fights, and clenches her fist, ready to attempt a counterattack. «Plot» Dorian says, "Back to moi? Grenadin' the …right side window next." Depending on your point of view, the older Yakuza gentleman is either very lucky or very unlucky. A massive contusion has formed on his head, he's missing some teeth and the female behind him is screaming her hhead off. And screaming. And screaming. And screaming. Doors are being slammed open outside the room Vera is in. Yelling in Japanese. Etc. «Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 5 for "Base TN 4, +2 Defaulting, -1 Smartlink. Grenade link installed. Offensive HE grenade. CP8/11 KP…1? I think?": 1 1 2 2 3 5 5 5 5 10 = 5 Successes «Plot» Dorian says, "I'll stick with 7 for tubin' the window." Lock and loaded once more, Dorian cracks his rifle out the window once more as he takes aim for the right side front window. His brain once more signals to the gun to let out the round from the under barrel launcher and straight into the window with another explosion, this one taking out the window and some plasticrete around it while some flaming begins spreading inside the room. Ahh..Flames.. What a marvelous idea for a parting gift on the last grenade. Commlink-Scarface> Dorian says, "We should get moving soon." «Plot» Vera says, "Who's up next?" Commlink-Posh> Vera says, "Immediately" «Plot» Vera says, "Is there a window in the room I'm in?" The Yakuza man, unsure of what to do, doubles back into a defensive posture. The prostitute cowers behind him in fetal position, her palms covering her sobbing face as tears stream through her hands, a puddle of urine under her. «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Free pose" «Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) uses 1 of item 4: Mini-Grenade(Offensive HE) from Ammo (#12166). «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "We'll need another init test if we're gonna race for the gun" «Auto-Judge[]» Vera (#11342) rolls Pentjak-Silat vs TN 4: 1 1 2 2 5 = 1 Success «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Ties goes to Vera" «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Two more boxes, he's knocked out/not up to fighting no more." Vera suddenly steps aside, as the man adopts a defensive posture, and then takes a step forward, bringing one fist down in a slashing blow, made far more vicious by her augmented bone. After felling the man, she reaches down for the pistol before heading to really beet feat. Time to /go./ «Plot» Luther Sucreasi says, "Let me get a quickness roll pelase" Vera's a sinewy urban animal, diving over fallen light fixtures, dust, a crumbled wall and glass. Hiding from behind other doorways, hands squeeze off a few dozen rounds that ricochet off various obstacles and walls. Outside, a good chunk of this building is ruined, sirens can be heard in the distance and a few street types are staring mouths agape at the destruction and hot chick running out the former door. «Plot» Dorian says, "Letting off one last grenade once she's out." The elf makes a beeline for the car, reaching up to check if her black wig is still in place, which of course, it is. She can't help but smile in wicked mirth as she realizes that she indulged a bad-girl vandal side, and she moves to slip into the car. «That's enough of those. We've made our point. And we've made it on tape!" «Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence + 3 vs TN 5 for "Same as all above, White Phosphorous grenade down the hallway of the blasted open front door. White phosphorous burns for 15 combat rounds and can ignite thing son fire.": 1 1 1 1 1 2 3 4 5 5 17 = 3 Successes «Plot» Dorian says, "6 Will do." As soon as Vera clears the building, Dorian aims his reloaded rifle down range once more; this time a white phosphorous grenade is loaded up and sent straight into the belly of the beast. It should ward off anyone chasing the elven woman, and also start some fire up in here. As soon as the grenade is fired off, Dorian hauls the assault rifle back in and preps up for getting the hell out, gear already shifted. As Vera enters the car, Dorian peels off and is sure to head into the detour small streets to get away from the sirens while heading closer to their meet before they can ditch the car. «Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) uses 1 of item 3: Mini-Grenade(Phosphorous) from Ammo (#12166). A half hour later you're back in that limo. The smell of the pungent cigar helps to dowse the singed smell on Vera and cordite on Dorian. Luther steeples his fingers: "I see you were able to mee the deadline." "You asked for a quick hit, you got one." Dorian replies, tilting his fedora back, he looks as much oldschool mafia as any other in the car. "Plus, we got an extra video out of it for you, if you want to submit it to the news, they'll bombard it along with the big booms." Vera, this point, is back in her crisp but street clothes, the dark, close-fitting jeans. Leather short jacket. She hands over the trideo camera. "You might find this interesting. Embarrassment, blackmail," she states, simply. "Give it to the news, hide it, whatever. Humiliating, to say the least, for its weakness if nothing else." Luther Sucreasi remains stone faced. He grabs the trid camera with a massive hand and deposits it behind his massive and muscular body. He shifts in his seat and light glints on his tiny ork tusks. Luther nods, "I'll take that into consideration." He reaches into a coat pocket and withdraws two credsticks, "On each of these little mothafuckas is the contact information for my number two man, Cracka Jack Johnson. (http://denver.wikidot.com/org:sucreasi-family white guy on the right)." He clears his throat, "Cracka Jack, at least, remains loyal to his people and looks to be moving up in the world with all that goin' on. He's a good man to know, since I don't fuckin' you." He looks over at Vera and hints at a smile, "Heh." He leans back, "Anyway, there's a little bonus…..nothing big, for your timely appointment made good. You did me a favor, so I'm returning it. I liked what you did, maybe we do some repeat business." The car slows to a halt, and the immensity of this man's power in the Mob hits you. "Now get the fuck out." The limo peels away, your collective ass out on the curb. |
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