Official Tensided Cyperpunk RPG Campaign

[Hotfoot]

The voice calms down a bit. "Actually, I may not need you to ice the cops after all. A couple guys are already taking care of it. Regardless, I have a job for you that I think you'll be interested in. I can pay you in upgrades..." The voice entices in a sly voice.

She panicks easily...not a good trait in an employer, but not a fatal flaw...quite. Already he was feeling very cautious about this woman. "You have my attention for a little while longer, Dyayvochka. Make it quick." He would listen to what she had to say, and if he was interested, he would set up a meeting. Otherwise, he would hang up, continue walking towards The Electric Nipple, and enjoy a nice, long drink, of a proof considerably higher than the intelligence of the person on the other end of the line.

Current Inventory:

• X-Light Armor
• USP Tactical .45 (Concealed, Loaded, Two Reloads)
• Silencer (Concealed, not attached)
• Combat Knife (Concealed)
• Smoke Pellets (Concealed)
• Stripwire Binders (x2, In Pocket)
• Mirrorshades
• Cell Phone (in use)
• Various personal effects

[Marcao]

When the youth sat up, his head turned in order to get a better look at him. So this was the moment? Fine, he hated waiting anyway. His grip tightening a bit more on his revolver until the youth handed whatever it was he had in his hands back to the calm voiced one. He blinked, a deep feeling of sadness washing over him. The kid was not going to play the game and that meant, that he did not need to either. Still, the sadness curled around the pit of his stomach as if genuinely regretting the fact that the kid had chosen life and not death. His posture relaxed as the youth began to speak, his eyes momentarily leaving the young man and looking outside of a window. He caught the number of the coming street, and realized that if he took the F train here, he could arrive closer to his destination area. It meant he had to walk a few less blocks, and that appealed to him.

The train came to a stop as the ganger finished his words. It had been as if the train itself had decided to stop and listen to him. His right arm moved, his hand releasing his revolver and moving to rest at his side. The young man scurried out of the train and he followed, taking the middle exit while the young man took the top most. His steps carried him neatly out of the train car, his eyes glancing towards the remaining men and deciding that they were no longer his problem. He watched the young man vanish into the crowd of people exiting and entering the train. A shrug rolling from his shoulders as his steps carried him towards the nearest set of stairs and then down. It took him three minutes of waiting upon arriving at the new platform before the train arrived. He moved within it, his eyes looking for the nearest subway map. Once it was found, he realized that he was saving a bit of time this way as well. This train was express. Four more stops was all that was left before he had to get off and walk to the address he had been given. He did not sit once more, leaning against a pole as his eyes darted about the people within this train. The chance for killing had come and gone. He would prefer not to deal with anything else until he arrived at his location. He hated disappointment. The train’s doors closed a second before it began to pick up speed.

He took the time to imagine what sort of people he would be working with during this assault mission. He did not bother to have high hopes. Instead, he prepared for the worst scenario. The train squealed as it slid down the dark tunnels of New York's underground rail system. Nonetheless, he had the luxury of tuning out that sound thanks to his augmentation. The edited silence that dominated the train car around him allowing him to focus in on any sounds that his mind felt warranted his attention.

[CorSec]

No rush.

NOW! NOW! NOW!

No. Rush.

NOW! NOW! NOW!

Silence.

...

Aim.

Squeeze.

DON'T PULL!

Squeeze.

In Blaine's mind, he heard the hammer fall, sending the bullet to the target.

[Alyrium Denryle]

Dr. Lennox lets out a sigh of relief as he kid leaves he trin. He may have to dal withthe other kids, but chances are, this whole thng will simply crumble and they will get off at the next stop.

He turned over to Stavis
"Seems like that gang initition didnt go over as they had planned" He said with awry smile.

All in all he was raher proud of himself, and when i comes to telepathy, practice makes perfec((EXP Points? ))

[Arthur_Tuxedo]

Dirk Harrison and Blaine Richards:
Blaine opens fire on the shocked and now alone cop as Dirk sights him in with the Ruger.

Untargted shot: Blaine vs. cop
Difficulty: 20
Range: 8
AT: 11
d10 roll (1st shot): 7 + 11 = 18
MoS: -2
d10 roll (2nd shot): 9 + 11 = 20
MoS: 0
General location: 8 (head)
Specific location: 11 (chin)
Damage: 11

While the first shot goes wide and blows out the windshield of some poor shmuck's car, the second shot hits the officer right in the jaw. While this normally would not be a problem as his helmet can easily defeat .45 caliber impacts, he had his visor pulled up to talk on the radio. The round is partially deflected off his jawbone and heads north into his brain. Good night, gracie.

Mikal: "OK, here's the deal. I don't want to go into too much detail over the airwaves, but we need short term protection against a corporate strike team. It won't be easy, but we have access to expensive upgrades and the personnel to install them as a reward."

Dr. Lennox and Stavis Reinheld: After a moment of confusion, the gansters look at each other and shrug. The leader produces the TEC-9 from his jacket as he starts to stand up ....

Ernesto Vega: Upon reaching sight of his destination, Ernesto sees that the area appears to be a condemned building. This area of town is rather desolate in general, and any building that hasn't collapsed yet seems in imminent danger of doing so. Faint light emanates from the broken window of the first floor.

[Marcao]

The area surrounding his destination had not gone unnoticed but at this point he was beyond caring. He was in a sour mood, the disappointment in the train car still upon his mind. He caught sight of the light eminating from the broken window on the first floor and glanced down at his watch. He was early, but he wanted to be. There were still questions about the job that he wanted answered. His policy made renegotiations difficult, but not impossible. At the moment, he was starting to have doubts about the whole thing. The doubts revolved around the apparent contradiction of an easy job revolving around an assault of a fortified position. Five thousand dollars was a decent sum of money, but all the factors had to be considered. If he had been deceived, if these people were not professionals and the job seemed to deviate from the very general information on the disk, he had two choices. He could either renegotiate with Andy who would no doubt be upset about the change of plans or refund the money and decide that this was not worth his time.

He took a deep breath, his eyes watching the light for a moment before he began to walk towards the condemned building. His right hand moved under his jacket, as he paused before the front door. He watched it for a moment, trying to determine if it was booby trapped in anyway. Assuming that the door was clean, he would move past it and continue walking as he sought the light. His eyes keenly aware of his surroundings as his augmented hearing sought out any sounds. He was still waiting to be impressed…

[Alyrium Denryle]

"Bastards" Lennox says as the sMG is produced from from the boys clothes

He tried to dive deep into the boys mind and send spasms of pain down his spine(-3)((If his willpower is high.... eep.. I am just going to hope it is a 5 or so)) This would serve, not only to prevent him hitting his targets, but also to distract the other gangers from their killing, as other, better fighters could take them out.

[Gerard_Paloma]

As Dirk's finger begins to squeeze the trigger, a bullet takes down the cop near the door. What the hell...? It takes him a moment to realize that it was the doorman's bullet that killed the cop. A smile broadens on Dirk's face.

"Ha ha! Nice shootin' kid!" He looks to the crowd still jamming the rear doors, then back to the front door. Well, the front's clear now. He grabs an unbroken bottle of Wild Turkey before vaulting over the bar.

"You need a ride somewhere? I don't know about you, but I ain't waitin' around for more heat."

[CorSec]

As the final cop falls dead, Blaine surveys the now empty bar. It takes him a moment to fully recover. Another moment passes before he realizes he can put away his weapon.

5 bullets. He reminds himself that's what he has left. That'll be important, I'm sure.

He hears Dirk say something but the echoes of the gunfight are still reverberating in his head. (Yes, even though his modified ears protected him from the sounds, his mind still heard it.) Before his Memory implant replays what Dirk said, Blaine blurts "Huh?" There's a quick pause followed by "I'm right behind you."

He stops to grab the bottle of Jack he brought with him and cautiously follows Dirk out the front door.

I wonder if Stacey made it out okay...

[Utsanomiko]

Stavis' attention shifts immediately from the two toadies to the main punk that has just stood up. Must be showtime, he remarked. He was pretty certain by now he had made up his mind on good and flexible strategy, and was ready for the guy to play his cards.

Stavis sat up a bit more strait, folding his hands across his chest inside his coat (right hand directly on his shoulder holster, left hand idly next to his machette handle).

[Hotfoot]

"OK, here's the deal. I don't want to go into too much detail over the airwaves, but we need short term protection against a corporate strike team. It won't be easy, but we have access to expensive upgrades and the personnel to install them as a reward."

Upgrades for a defensive mission? Tempting, very tempting, though defense missions are not his speciality, he much prefers infiltration and assault. "Meet me at the Electric Nipple. Do try to make sure you don't bring a PD Conga Line with you. We will talk more there." And, if he truly felt that she was wasting his time, some...alternative measures may have to be taken. He did not like the direction this was going, but he was willing to allow her a reprieve for the time being.

Current Inventory:

• X-Light Armor
• USP Tactical .45 (Concealed, Loaded, Two Reloads)
• Silencer (Concealed, not attached)
• Combat Knife (Concealed)
• Smoke Pellets (Concealed)
• Stripwire Binders (x2, In Pocket)
• Mirrorshades
• Cell Phone (in use)
• Various personal effects

[Arthur_Tuxedo]

Mikal Antoliovich:
"Be there in five." *click*

Dirk Harrison and Blaine Richards:
As the pair walk out the front door, the woman known to Blaine as Stacey Alvarez stands there, apparently having just finished a conversation on her cellphone. She turns to the pair as she puts the phone away, her eyes settling on Blaine.

"Long time no see."

Benjamin Lennox and Stavis Reinheld:
Sensory implantation: Lennox vs. gang leader
Difficulty: 17 (Willpower 4 + constant 10 + amount of pain 3)
AT: 17
d10 roll: 8 + 17 = 25
MoS: 8

The leader produces his TEC-9 as he announces "A'ight all y'all listen up! You knows the drill, money, jewelery an'..." he suddenly cuts off with a yelp of surprise as he clutches his temples and grits his teeth in pain.

Willpower check: Gang leader
Difficulty: 15
AT: 8
d10: 7 + 8 = 15
MoS: 0

He manages not to pass out from the sudden pain. The two toadies don't seem to know what they should do.

Ernesto Vega:
Passing through the door of the building reveals a rather motley crew of individuals. Numbering a dozen in all, they look like remorseless killers to the one, and none of them look green, but they lack the look of a true professional that Ernesto and other rare specialists have. Nonetheless, most of them are well armed and equipped, and most of them sport visible upgrades like robotic eyes or legs that are clearly made of metal and plastic. For the most part they carry SMGs and assault rifles, although there is one carrying some sort of rocket propelled grenade launcher. Casually leaning up against the back of the room smoking a cigarette is a man in a suit. As Ernesto arrives, he glances at his watch and looks like he's ready to get started.

[Gerard_Paloma]

"Listen, honey, now ain't the time for conversations. You wanna talk? Talk in the car. Unless you and your boyfriend wanna stay here and get shot, fine by me. Either way, I'm leaving."

Dirk walks quickly past the girl, heading towards his Charger.

[Alyrium Denryle]

Ben sees him grit his teeth and attempts to intensify the pain(-4)((so long as I dont roll a 1))

[Utsanomiko]

Stavis was so busy trying to indescretely find an opening that it almost took him a second to realize this sudden change of events was an opening. It was cartainly better than what he was excpecting.

Bad luck for you, Mr. Migraine Man, he thoguth to himself as he pulled out his Beretta U22 Neos, hald aimed it with both hands for the leader's head. He faitly whispered with a smirk: Now here's my drill.

Two shots for the leader, four shots for Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, and another 4 shots in case anyone of them needed reminding that Stavis is going to take their shit.

[Marcao]

His eyes immediately darted about the individuals as they were revealed, the fact that there was a dozen of them was encouraging, and the fact that they looked to be obvious killers was also appreciated. He hated to deal with bleeding hearts, people that expected that violence should be avoided if at all possible. The fact of the world was that violence did solve problems. He was well aware of that. He took a step inside, his boots resonating as they made contact with the floor. Still, one thing worried him. These did not seem to be professionals. At the very least not men of his caliber and that worried him. They were killers, but would they fold their cards once another killer threatten them with a violent death?

Most of them were cybered to various degrees, their collected armaments noted. They really had a chance at this, but he was also aware that he was before a cross-road. If he sat down and listened to their plan of attack, he would be one of them. Had they met his criteria? Was he willing to fight and die with these men? He took a deep breath, his mind keenly working along side probabilities. Five thousand euros was a considerable sum of money, but it was purely guarantee work. It was not enough money to secure a modern, state of the art sniper rifle, let alone a professional that could use it. When the time to choose came, he did so and had no regrets.

It was when he was back on the train that he considered his course of action. He had approached the man leaning up against the back of the room. Before the man had even said a word, he had spoken softly his words meant only for the man opposite him. “you got a good crew here, but I am no longer interested. The advance shall be refunded, and this conversation and meeting never took place.” With those words said he had neatly walked out of the room. The truth was that he would not lead a group of people like this, and leading them would have been the only way he would have taken the job. If his sudden change of mind soured his relationship with Andy then so be it. He was no man’s slave, and he had other contacts to touch upon. It was there in the train that he reminded himself to do what Mikal had always asked him to do. He had to formulate a pricing guide. It would make future matters so much easier.

Arriving upon his apartment, he turned on his laptop and refunded the money with a brief email of apology. The reasons given for his sudden withdrawal from Andy’s arrangement was given as his concern for working with so large a group. Furthermore, he reserved the right to walk away from any job at anytime before the mission had started. He expected that the email would be of little comfort to Andy, but what was done was done. The email was sent, the laptop shut down before he walked over to his fridge and withdrew an apple and a glass of water. “cinco mil dolares perdidos…” He shook his head, biting into the apple as he considered what to do next. He still felt like going somewhere. It was then, that he remembered that he had a few contacts he had not touched bases with in sometime. One of whom, should be on his usual spot. Without a further thought and after securing his cellular he left his apartment and within minutes, was walking towards the bar in question.

[CorSec]

"Long time no see."

Unable to hide his emotions, Blaine blurts "Yeah, it has."

He looks around at the destroyed club. It brings him back to the present. A place he's not sure he wants to be.

"I'd love to catch up, but we can't stay here." He wanted to beg her to come with him. His pride wouldn't let him.

Until tonight, he thought he had settled the internal conflict. And now, standing in front of her, everything he thought he'd forgotten was brought right back to the surface.

She's a grown woman. She can do what she wants. If she stays, then the past remains the past and maybe I can get on with my life - again. But maybe, just maybe...

Without waiting for an answer, Blaine walks out of the club with Dirk.

[Hotfoot]

"Be there in five." *click*

Impatient as well. Mikal could not help but wonder for a moment if this Stacey Alvarez had not been at some point Stanley Alvarez. He shut off his cell phone and returned it to its place in his jacket. He had been continuing to The Electric Nipple during the entire conversation, so he had a considerable head start on "Miss" Alvarez.

(OOC: Let's do the time warp again!)

The bar was buzzing tonight. Numerous conversations drowning each other out over the din of Chrome Rock. Sex in the back rooms and most assuredly beat downs in the alleyway. Mikal sat in a booth out of sight of the main entrance, he had left instructions with the staff if anyone came asking for him, so that when "Miss" Alvarez arrived, she would be brought to the right location. The booths at The Electric Nipple were marvelous wonders of paranoid engineering. Equipped with discretion devices and a screen to discourage peeping toms and lipreaders. It was one of the reasons this place was a favorite of Mikal's, they shared some of his own sensible paranoia.

Current Inventory:

• X-Light Armor
• USP Tactical .45 (Concealed, Loaded, Two Reloads)
• Silencer (Concealed, not attached)
• Combat Knife (Concealed)
• Smoke Pellets (Concealed)
• Stripwire Binders (x2, In Pocket)
• Mirrorshades
• Cell Phone
• Various personal effects
• Vodka (in use)

[Arthur_Tuxedo]

Blair and Dirk: After two steps, Stacey says "wait!", then "I need your help, you too" indicating Dirk. "I saw what you did to those pigs," she continues as she catches up to the pairs' stride, "I need guys who can do that and who I can trust, and that's a shitty combination!" Her words come out fast and nervous. "It's really life or death here, you've got to help me!"

Ernesto and Mikal: Ernesto opens the door and spies a familiar face just as he closes the screen to his booth. It's the Russian mercenary Mikal.

Stavis and Benjamin:
Willpower check: Gang leader
Difficulty: 16
AT: 8
roll: 5 + 8 = 13
MoS: -3

Lennox intensifies the pain, and the gangster's attempt to rise and do something is foiled as he is forced to sit back down. ((I didn't even bother to roll for Lennox. I mean honestly))

2 shots to the head: Stavis vs. gang leader
Difficulty: 20
AT: 12
Modifiers: +5 for point blank, +4 for target not seeing it coming, -4 for headshot
Adj AT: 17
rolls: 6 + 17 = 23, 3 + 17 = 20
MoS: 3, 0
Specific locations: 5 (left eye), 4 (right temple)
Damages: 6, 5

As the toadies scramble for their weapons, the leader's pain is suddenly intensified and then alleviated permanently by two small bullets, the first of which enters his left eye, splitting it like a grape as it expands and fragments inside his brain, and the second of which makes for an encore performance in cerebral destruction after entering through the temple. Surprisingly little blood ends up on the seats and walls as the little rounds that could did not make exit wounds. He slumps against the seat looking like a macabre marionett, his expression agape and lifeless as rivulets of blood start to run down his face.

The other passengers duck, run, and generally panic, except for a small old lady who produces a MAC-10 from her purse.

EDIT: Previous erroneous results fixed.

[CorSec]

After two steps, Stacey says "Wait! I need your help," nodding to Dirk, "you too. I saw what you did to those pigs," she continues as she catches up to the pairs' stride, "I need guys who can do that and who I can trust, and that's a shitty combination!" Her words come out fast and nervous. "It's really life or death here, you've got to help me!"

Blaine looks at Dirk. He's not sure what to say, much less what to do. He wants to help, but he's not sure he actually trusts her. Given the recent turn his life has taken, he doesn't want to start digging a hole that turns out to be his grave.

"It's your car, chief."

As the girl catches up, Dirk is forced to pay attention to her. His eyes narrow as she finishes, and flick over to the doorman at his comment, then back to the girl.

"I'm real sorry, babe, but I think you've mistaken me for someone who gives a flying fuck about your problems. I don't owe you shit, so I don't have to do a goddamn thing except leave. Now get the fuck out of my way."

Although a little taken aback by the callous remarks, Blaine recovers before Stacey does. It takes Blaine a moment to come to a decision. He looks at her and everything he's wanted to say to her for the last few months spins through his mind. For months, nothing. Not a note, not a call - nothing. Now, fate does this and she wants something. Well, fate can go piss up a rope.

"Sorry, sister. Looks like you burned the wrong bridge."

Someday, I'll kick myself for that. But not today.

[Hotfoot]

He was quite fond of the electric nipple for a multitude of reasons, most of them being that it was a superb spot to sit back, relax and gather information. The nipple had a reputation for being a spot where things could be arranged in a semi-private environment. It was the strong emphasis on privacy that made it so appealing. As he moved within the establishment his eyes darted about, looking for his favorite waitress and then the usual table of his contact here. He did not manage to look very far, for he saw a face that was too familiar to ignore. He blinked, using the zoom feature on his augmented eyes to catch Mikal's face as he closed the screen to his booth. Son of a bitch…

He hesitated for only a moment before choosing a course of action. His steps carrying him past the crowds and towards the bar where he ordered two glasses of vodka. It was one of Mikal's favorite or it had been back in Cuba. He could not afford the best, since he was a bit short in cash but this would have to do. Besides, it was the thought that counted right? Once the drinks were paid for he took them both and walked towards the booth he had seen Mikal disappear behind. The possibility that he was negotiating a contract within the booth was a real possibility. At the moment however, he did not truly care. If worse came to worse this would only take a moment. He made it to the edge of the booth, knocking on it twice before he spoke. "Mikal, you clever bastard. How would you like a drink?" His accent was a bit more forced than before, trying to sound as he had back when they both had been in Cuba. He had a glass full of clear liquid in each hand, waiting for a reaction of sorts. If Mikal was busy, he would understand. Nonetheless, he wanted him to take his drink.

At the knock, Mikal raised an eyebrow. He was about to assume it was "Miss" Alvarez, but the voice quickly corrected him...or did it? Maybe Stacey was a Stanley after all...no, this voice was familiar. He opened the panel with one hand, the other hovering close to his pistol...just in case. "Hah, not the one I was expecting, but I'm always willing to share a drink with an old comrade. Come in, Ernesto, come in."

He waited patiently for Mikal's response, his mind anticipating the realities of life. Mikal had always possessed a healthy amount of paranoia and thus when the screen opened he was not surprised that he was not met with a bear hug or anything of the sort. He glanced towards the man that had earned his respect and trust in Cuba well before they had come here, a thin smile on his lips as he raised the glasses of vodka just high enough for Mikal to look at them. When he spoke, he arched a brow but laughed when he accepted what he was offering. "perfecto!" He grinned, waiting until he was given permission to enter before moving with in. The glasses were placed down upon the table, before he sat down. His eyes watching the Russian for a moment before he spoke. "I see that life is treating you well Mikal, I always figured that we would meet again sooner or later." He paused, taking a sip of his vodka and feeling it slide down to his gut before he continued. "do you plan on being here for long?" He was curious, for he had not heard anything about his presence in the area. Of course, Mikal had the devil's ability to simply materialize where he wished. It was a survival trait. "and if you are expecting someone else, I can wait." His tone was flat and honest. If Mikal had a business meeting planned, it would be rude for him to keep him from it.

Mikal shut the screen again and relaxed somewhat, taking the offered glass of vodka and having a short sip before placing it back on the table. "Yes, well, it's not that terribly important anyway. Since you're here, you may as well stick around. If you don't have anything better to do, that is. I've got a prospective employer coming by shortly to discuss a possible job in the immediate future." Mikal's face lost the initial warmth that had accompanied Ernesto into the booth, followed by a quick gulp of the vodka Ernesto brought. "The employer does not strike me as reliable...to be perfectly honest she failed to make a good first impression. I'm willing to hear her out, but after that...well, who can tell?" A sardonic smile crept across his lips, his arms raised as though asking an innocent question.

"I will tell you what. If this employer's offer is acceptable, and you are interested, we could certainly hammer out some sort of arrangement. If the offer is...lacking, well, then we can just spend the night catching up on old times, da? Either way, we should talk more, it has been far too long."

Mikal's Current Inventory:

• X-Light Armor
• USP Tactical .45 (Concealed, Loaded, Two Reloads)
• Silencer (Concealed, not attached)
• Combat Knife (Concealed)
• Smoke Pellets (Concealed)
• Stripwire Binders (x2, In Pocket)
• Mirrorshades
• Cell Phone
• Various personal effects
• Vodka (x2, in Use)

[Utsanomiko]

Stavis' smirk curls into maniacal glee as he shifts back in his seat, further steadying his stance and shifting his leveled grip on his pistol from the first guy down over to the next sucker in line. He pulls off two shots on his center of mass ((no specific region targetted, just the punk as a whole)).

"Oh yeah, bonus points!" he exclaims as he goes straight from punk #2 to punk #3, firing yet another two shots at his body.

((So that's four untargetted shots, two shots at one punk, then two at the second. I forget at this hour, can I aim in this same round, or does that take an extra turn? I'd make an effort to aim those shots, but I get the feeling I can't without taking time to do it, and in that case I'll just fire away at their centers.))

[Alyrium Denryle]

Dr. Lennox saw the young man drop, and began tweaking with the minds of the two other toadies(-2 on defending themselves)

[Arthur_Tuxedo]

Stavis and Benjamin:
Dr. Lennox reaches out with his mind to cause pain for the toadies. They find everything they do suddenly painful and difficult ((generally I don't bother rolling if you can roll a 1 and still have MoS >= 0)).

2 shots: Stavis vs. Toady 1 (1st of 2)
Difficulty: 20
AT: 12
Modifiers: +5 for point blank, -3 for aim, -1 for first action
Adj AT: 13
d10 rolls: 6 + 13 = 19, 9 + 13 = 22
MoS: -1, 2
General location: 4 (Legs)
Specific location: 6 (R. Thigh)
Damage: 5

The second shot catches the thug in the thigh, and apparently something vital in there doesn't work anymore because he collapses to the ground screaming.

2 shots: Stavis vs Toady 2 (2nd of 2)
DF: 20
Adj AT: 11
d10 rolls: 13, 14

The next two shots scare the young punk, but don't do anything beyond that.

As this happens, the punks return fire at Stavis with pistols. Toady #1 manages to get his shots off before the leg hit takes him down.

2 shots: Toady #1 vs. Stavis
DF: 20
Adj AT: 8
d10 rolls: 13, 11

2 shots: Toady #2 vs. Stavis
DF: 20
Adj AT: 7
d10 rolls: 9, 13

The punks are, as expected, pathetic shots who hold their guns sideways as they fire. With the pain they're feeling on top of it, none of their shots come close to hitting Stavis.

Meanwhile, the kindly looking old lady opens up with a warcry.

Full auto: old lady vs. Toadies #1 and 2
DF: 20
Adj AT: 6
d10: 12

Bullets spray everywhere because of her poor eyesight and inability to control the recoil. None of them hit their targets, but on the positive side they don't hit other passengers either.

Ernesto and Mikal: ((At this point, the plot moving forward has to wait for Stacy to arrive, so either talk amongst yourselves or do nothing, or do whatever ))

Dirk and Blaine: She follows the pair to the car. "Look, I don't expect you to do this out of the kindness of your hearts. I can offer top of the line weapons and upgrades. Let's talk about it more in the car. I need a ride to the Electric Nipple bar."

[Utsanomiko]

Stavis reflexively flinches and shifts to the right in his seat as the rain of random shots fly over him, off to his right, and down to the opposite end of the car. For a split second his aim shifts back toward the first punk, but seeing as he's busy clutching his bloody thigh, Stavis instead fires two more shots at the last punk still up.

I guess my work day hasn't ended quite yet, the quick thought from earlier briefly flashed in his head in between the gleeful shots from his Neos.

Life is good for those who can hold onto it, indeed.