[Lumen]

*Whew finally, I was starting to get worried these blokes might actually hurt me.*  Knives can't help himself and yells out to his fleeing assailants, "That's right ya bellends, piss off!  Come after me again Micky and ya just get more scars!" 

He pockets his parrying blade and pulls a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wipes down the other fineblade.  After slipping his best mate back in it's place, he wraps up the bloody cloth inside another and shoves it all in a coat pocket. *Well the quiet approach is out of question so fuck it.  I got to at least get in and get something for the boss.*  He reaches down and grabs the pistol Micky dropped and tucks it in the back of his trousers before giving the front door a good look over.


Inspecting the door closely.
Perception 4 + Intuition 3 + Enhancements 3 + Actively Looking 3= 13d6
13d6.hits(5)=2

I'm specifically looking to see if it's locked and if so how I might go about solving that.

[Csjarrat]

Thug 1 spins around after your taunt;
"You made a fucking enemy today silly bastard. Come anywhere near Maxwell territory and you're a dead man. Better start sleeping with one eye open you prick."
You hear the slamming of the van doors closing and the screech of tires as the van pulls sharply away.

As you pick up the pistol, you notice the writing on the bottom of the grip, it looks eastern european to you; and it reads Czeska VZ 120
I'm going to assume you wiped the blood off it as carefully as you did the sword. because i'm nice like that and its only chapter one ;-)
Stuffing it into your belt line, you head round to the front of the building and inspect the front door.
Those thuds you'd heard earlier weren't polite knocks, they were impacts from micky's sledgehammer. He'd 'knocked' quite a few times, but barely made a dint in the door, the reinforced metal exterior bending slightly but showing no outward sign of failure.
Whatever mechanism was holding the door solid, was doing so from the inside. This approach clearly wasn't going to work short of using explosives.

[Teafo]

Collin enters the bar area and decides to take a look around as he enters.

I'll have a beer, thanks and scans the area first with normal vision, then with astral perception

[spoiler=rolls]
Regular = 1 hit Perception 2 + Int 3 (both rolls in the one link)
Astral = 3 hits
[/spoiler]

[Csjarrat]

The barman pours you a thick heady pint of stout "where you from then mate, you don't look like you're from round here?"
Your examination of the room tells you very little you hadn't already seen.
A few of the locals appear to be upset and agitated, and they don't take kindly to you paying attention to them

[Lumen]

The young man sighs and hangs his head for a moment.  *Duh Miles, you're acting a bloody fool just like those brainless wankers you just ran off.  Think maybe the one piece of drek around that doesn't look older than you might have something to do with getting in?*

He takes a second to gather himself before heading round back again, waiting on the camera,  then sprinting back to the forklift.  Knives takes cover behind the knackered machine until the camera pans around again then checks the newer looking console. *This has got to be the way in.*

Knives pushes the button that he noticed earlier.

[Teafo]

Don't know if there truly is a place I'm from, Collin answers honestly, having moved quite a few times in his life, Just a bit of a wanderer if you will. Usually findin' work where work is needed and such. You know of anyone around here could use a hand? I'd be happy to see a little cred and I'm pretty handy with lots of things This time he lies, seeing if he can elicit any information from the bartender without flat out asking about the thefts in the area

[Csjarrat]

___________Lumen______________
You cover the distance yet again without any issues, tucking in behind the forklift just as the camera finishes it's sweep to the right.
You reach into the dilapidated cabin and flick the switch. for a second, nothing happens, and then with the screeching of metal on metal, the access lift whirs into life.
The two rusted floor panels open downwards and an ancient sounding motor pushes up a lift platform with its own console to the surface.
The sound is horrendous, any plans of going in quietly have now been well and truly scuppered.

__________Teafo_______________
The barman eyes you suspiciously, trying to figure out whether you're being genuine or not. roll a con test please!
Barman opposed test: char 4, neg 4, time +1 (9d6.hits(5)=3)

[Lumen]

*Frag me what a racket!  If Micky didn't already wake the block that certainly did.  Better hurry up and nick what I can.*

Once again the young man waits out the camera's movements before heading over to the newly revealed console.   Knives dials down his audio enhancements before punching the down button.  *I'm gonna need a pint or six after this.*  As the lift descends he draws his blades preparing for his luck to continue.

[Teafo]

Con Test: Using just the base (no modifiers as per bartender being suspicious, advantageous outcome for barman anything like that.

Con 2 + Charisma 3 = 2 hits

Looks like he's got the upper hand at the moment

[Csjarrat]

___________Teafo___________
"Yeah, I think you're pulling my leg 'ere son. I bet you're one of them journalist types aren't ya, come up 'ere from your fancy pants apartment in london cos you think you got a sniff of a story ant ya?

__________Lumen_______________
You descend about 20ft on the lift, its pitch black and the noise of tortured metal rings in your ears in the confined lift shaft.
As the lift grinds to a halt, you see a long corridor stretching ahead of you into an open warehouse section.
Stacks of boxes line the corridor to your left and right, providing plenty of cover. You might need it, because you also see a roof mounted camera pointed right at the lift platform you're standing on.
You didn't exactly arrive quietly either....

[Lumen]

*I should have known.  This is just not my night but I can't go back empty-handed.*

As soon as the lift stops Knives springs into action trying his best to hide his face.  He heads for the nearest stack of boxes to his left and as he takes a knee behind them he touches the middle and ring finger of his right hand to it's palm.  As programmed the Cavelier SafeGuard springs from it's resting position in the hidden arm slide into his awaiting hand.  Now that the awful racket is done Knives dials his audio enhancements back up and listens in for incoming footfalls.


Infiltration check in case it helps
Infiltration 3 + Agility 6 = 9d6
9d6.hits(5)=5

Perception Check
Perception 4 + Intuition 3 + Enhancements 3 + Actively Listening 3 = 13d6
13d6.hits(5)=4

[Csjarrat]

____________Lumen____________
You hear the sound of multiple footfalls heading your way, and one deep, booming, accented voice.
The footfall stops somewhere ahead of you, probably halfway down the corridor but its hard to tell for sure.
"Come out and play you little fuck, vee know zat you are here. Who are you and vat do you vont?"

The voice strength varies slightly, as if he is talking more to the room than to you specifically.

[Lumen]

Knives peaks out from behind the boxes to get a better idea of just how boned he is.

"Evening mate, my name isn't important it's my employer's name you should be concerned with.  I'm here on behalf of the Clerkenwell family.   I was asked to come see how satisfied you are with our services.  Would you consider yourself satisfied or extremely satisfied?"

*I hope this bloke is reasonable.  Killing the messenger is bad business. *

[Csjarrat]

As you peer your head around the boxes, you see the outline of huge troll holding an fire axe in one hand and a human male holding a baton of some description, its quite hard to see in the dim light.
"Satisfied? funny man. We haven't heard from you boys in months. We've had zose Maxwell boys smashing our doors in and no help from you at all! we vill not pay you until we get ze protection you promised!"

[Lumen]

"Well just so happens I provided some protection not five minutes ago.  You had three of those Maxwell boys knocking at your front door and I reminded them you're under our protection.  There's even a fresh blood stain in your alley if'n you don't believe me.  Trust me if it's more a more active service you're looking for we can accommodate you mate but do mind if I come out?  I feel right foolish hiding back here when we're having a polite conversation."

Knives slides the SafeGuard back into it's resting position in the hidden arm slide and stands, still keeping the boxes in between the troll and himself.