[gilga]

I am disappointed, angry even. But what is the point she is what she is and I cannot change that it is frustrating but in some deep manner she does not respect herself. A mistress ? Fine be pathetic if that’s what you like. If she is such a brilliant scientist she is terrible in negotiations. If she is better for the job her skills and expertise are enough if not for David than for some other employer.  It hit me, Ginny just has no dignity not at all. Than again, who am I to judge, I do a lot worse. I sleep with people for money, but I’d sleep around anyhow i am a very sexual creature and I need it, I cannot go without it. Every bit of mana inside me begs to be used to charm and influence people. Still I dream about power and influence but I refuse to manipulate people. Even someone as pathetic as Ginny that is practically begging for that.

She will come to that work in Japan as a candy for the boss, she will be brilliant but people will not respect her. Everybody will be sure that she slept her way to the job which she did but she needn’t how can you be so pathetic when J gave you the most brilliant mind. When you are a true genius. I cannot understand it, I never thought of myself as particularly smart. I have looks and charm and I use them, Ginny is probably one of the most employable people in the galaxy even with Horizon closing doors for her. She should not sell her body, her body is nice but she is not particularly pretty even. David just has no respect for her, he knows that she’ll give him all he asks for so he is bold to ask. He just uses her because she is socially defenseless.

Thanks J for the wonderful ability to lie and sugar coat reality, because when Ginny say that I understand that it is all in her head. I will never be interested in her as a partner or as a lover. Not like this... Than again, why not sleep with someone so willing and so committed to please. I may want her as a pet, as someone to sex me up when I am feeling sad and knowing that her alternative is so shitty it seems ever more tempting to try and manipulate her into staying with me. Her wonderful sexuality does not make it any easier for me. Did she have to tell me the truth to my face? Did I really had to sleep with her again knowing what it is going to do to my judgement?

“I am not sure about that... so you go all the way to Japan just to be a mistress? What about the chemistry and everything, must your own body be included in the deal because I am sure he did not plan to take the doc as a mistress.

[ismilealot]

@ Yelena Bella smiles at you, reaching for one of the party drugs on the table. Her skin is so smooth, so shiny from the sweat coating her after the pleasures they all had shared. She smiles as she injects her tongue and you see her pupils blossom and contract with the effect and her body responds to the pleasure coursing through her. "Of course. We'd already planned it Keshan and I. I wanted to give him a party. But, Keshan said parties bore him, so many are there just to be seen, others just to pretend. He wants to have the time and the freedom to enjoy everything the club has to offer. I've invited another couple. They'll meet us there tonight. And I've already had the room programmed." She smiles at Keshan as she strokes a pain stimulator across her nipples and then his lips.."The drugs at the Stardust will let us enjoy each other far more." Her husband stretches and says, "Keshan and I have meetings all today. But, you ladies have made the business of pleasure very much worth spending the night with." He languorously gets up and walks over to Bella kissing her. "You are the queen of my nights my dear. We'll see you tonight." He and Keshan shrug into their clothing and leave, both of them taking a booster as they walk out.

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc's expression stiffened as she watched the drone feeds, noting the large gun in the guarding ganger's hands as she waited for the adepts to rejoin, the crew of kids looking at her expectantly.  Taking a breath, she focused herself.

"I ain't sugsrcoatin this drek, chummers.  Three left in there, all packing, one watchin' with a big gun.  I'm going in, this is the best shot we got of doing our thing.  I won't make any of y'all go in, you've earned your share already.  This is your choice, and I won't force it.  Bootstrap....you look like hell.  I want you up here watching for us with Hoppy, got it?  Firefly....see the LMG the one guy has?  Think you can shut it down?"

The human mechanic started descending to the street level, quietly approaching the warehouse with gloves in hand, moving slowly and lightly.  She stopped at the door, looking back up at her Decker companion, looking for confirmation before forming her plan of attack...

[Shaman_Yuri]

Finally Allah smiles on me and I get a good look at the Awakened woman.  And what a look it is - I swear I can tell what color panties she's wearing!  Before I can tell Arc what I found out, the rigger is already laying out the next plan.  Since the mage is out of the picture now, I file away the knowledge for sharing later.  Now we have another job to do, and a lot will come down to me and my little Erika.

Per Smiles via chat:

@Subaru  The fleeing mage is like an open book to Subaru as she concentrates all of her sense out. And seeing her magical tradition is almost child's play to Subaru. Allah be praised for all of the different magical traditions I've been exposed to my teachings! The mage is from the bardic tradition, and her specialties are manipulation and health. And she's a more than decently powered practitioner." Subaru see's all of this in just a few moments of study. But, why is she making drugs with gangers? She's got more than enough ability to get a legal job in the healthcare professions? And it would most certainly not involve guys with guns.

"The machine gun?" I parrot back as I jack back in and examine the gun's icon via AR.  "That's actually the kind of thing I trained for."  I smile as I move to follow the woman down to street level.  "I should be able to jam the thing, Allah willing.  How do you plan to take them out?  I will do best to time my digital attack with your physical one.  Once jammed, I can try and help with a fighting spell if you'd like."

As I talk I try to discern the type of machine gun to make sure it is of a type I can jam via software.  Based on the icon and my efforts to cross reference the make/model with info available to me on the 'trix, I determine I can cause the mechanism to jam if I can get myself into it's software guts.  My smile widens as I await a response from my mentor.

[ismilealot]

@ Yelena  Another underling calls her a cab as she leaves the casino and on the ride back Yelena has time to ponder what Nicolai had said to her after she'd lay'd down her conditions. "Все они имеют цену на их глав. Вы могли стать богатыми на цене Тсины только. Сейф убивает от длинного расстояния, Вы разбогатели. Кормите тех mewling надоедливых детей, которых Вы называете семьей, потому что они к слабому, чтобы выдержать одну минуту самостоятельно. Но я сделаю каждое последнее дыхание, что тысяча лет боли для того, что они сделали к нашей семье. Для того, что они сделали к Вам. Вы говорите мне, что Вы не моя шлюха. Я сделал каждую часть из Вас оружием, чтобы использовать, обладать. Ваш выбор, больше нет только выбор для других. Теперь Вы требуете оплаты, чтобы убить врага крови. Вы стали мягкими и ленивыми. Как британцы. Вы смотрите только, чтобы получить прибыль. Моя оплата будет кричать, который они берут к черту. Пойти. Я не имею никакого желания к кому - то, кто думает о прибыли и не крови." He slams a kuckri down through your mattress then. And in less than a minute all of the weapons are hidden on his body.

"All of them have a price on their heads. You could get rich on price Tsiny only. Safe kills from a long distance, you get rich.Feed those annoying mewling children, whom you call family, because they are to weak to withstand a moment alone. But I'll make every last breath that a thousand years of pain for what they did to our family. For what they did to you. You tell me that you are not my whore. I made every part of you weapons to use, possess. Your choice, is no longer only choice for others. Now you require payment to kill an enemy of blood. You have become soft and lazy. As the British. You look just to make a profit. My payment will be screaming that they take to hell. Go. I have no desire to someone who is thinking about profits and not blood."

[ismilealot]

@ Marco  Ginny looks at you, "Your doctor never had a shot at that job. And I didn't either. All my qualifications are in academia. And they're all attributed to Hanson, not me. As far as anybody's concerned all I have is a couple of degrees and ideas. This job calls for someone who's got experience as a team leader for a crew of 12 and I'll be expected to produce results not ideas. Add to that that I can't pay for the plane ticket, the apartment, the food in the 'frig and I had to take the offer I was given. But, all I have to do is produce one good result and I'll be able to leverage this into a job with another company. Not to mention it's almost double the money that Hanson makes in a year at his job right now. I'll be able to wave my title and my money in the bastards face. And it'll pay for you to come over. It'll pay for things we can't even dream of right now Marco. People who will accept us fpr what we are. And since no one can know about me & David I'll never have to make a deal like this again. All I need is one money making`drug or delivery system and I'm set. I'll never have to make a deal with the devil again."

[SgtBoomCloud]

Arc paused just outside the warehouse, her back brushing against the cold exterior just barely as she held her cyberhand up, indicating she should pause.  Turning back to her, she gave a little grin to the little decker as she glanced at her drone screens to confirm the locations of their marks.  With the lights off and set hella low, the gangers were definitely on edge as they tried to finish up their work and packing the contraband.

"Wiz bang, decker girly.  Here's the plan.  I'm gonna slip in and try to shock the fragger with the big gun, take him down before he can do any response.  Once he's down, use that same gun to get the others to run off."  Reaching down, she grabbed at some alley dirt, smearing it over her face.  "They won't recognize me, and with events might assume I be a Halloweener.  I won't argue, ehe.  Your help appreciated in any way."  Grabbing her single-pane visor style goggles, she fitted them over her eyes, turning on their thermographic feature and adjusting to it before giving a nod.  "There's a trog saying...Lataka na O'Haqarra.  Ride or die.  Ain't no use doing this drek halfway.  Let's do this."

Without another word, Arc moved in, slipping through the hanging door into the darkness of the warehouse.  From there, the stout rigger's ganger roots definitely shown through, her movements almost feral as she slipped along the floor, closing the distance.  Her hands made contact with the ground almost as much as her feet did, her torso almost horizontal as she got up behind the ganger with the machine gun, the shadows making her almost invisible to the naked eye, the thermographics of the drone feeds the only indication to Firefly that she was even there.

In position, the little rigger flexed her hands twice before pouncing, legs springing into motion as she reached out, one gloved hand reaching the guarding ganger's guard arm from behind, the other reaching up to the back of his neck, the shock activating and delivering a heavy payload of voltage into his body.  "Resist this, buddy..."

Sneaking: 6d6t5 5
Hoping to get surprise, here goes:
Initiative: 1d6+8 11
Unarmed (touch attack): 10d6t5 4
Damage Code: 8S (electric) +net hits, AP -5

Short puns are fun

[Shaman_Yuri]

Using the drones via AR as my eyes, I follow Arc at a distance.  I don't enter the room with her.  Instead I remain outside, jacked in and ready to hack the gun via AR as soon as Arc starts to make her move.  If the gunner goes down, I'll watch for where the gun falls using the drones and set it to fire a very short burst on the ground assuming it's not aimed at Arc.  If the gunner doesn't go down or drop the gun, I'll hack the gun and jam it.  Either way, I'm hacking the gun.

Mark #1 on the LMG: 12d6t5: 5 [12d6t5=6, 4, 1, 3, 5, 6, 4, 6, 5, 2, 2, 1]
Mark #2 on the LMG: 12d6t5: 3 [12d6t5=6, 6, 3, 4, 1, 4, 2, 1, 5, 4, 2, 2]
Hacking the LMG to either shoot a very short burst or set it to jam: 12d6t5: 5 [12d6t5=3, 5, 3, 5, 3, 2, 2, 5, 4, 6, 4, 6]

Based on what happens with the goons after Arc makes her move and i make the LMG do my bidding, I prepare myself to peek into the doorway in the darkness and let loose a stunbolt.

[ismilealot]

@ Arc & Subaru  The noise from the gangers packing the drugs hide the small noises Arc makes. And the drone watching him from the air lets Arc move when he's looking away. It's tricky, but, she's able to get quite close. And when she touches him the power coursing through his body drops him like a sack. His body and weapon clattering to the floor alert the other two gangers to their visitor.

[Mercy Merchant]

At the casino, Yelena turns to Bella after the men leave the suite and without saying a word she takes her friend back to the couch and spills her onto her back.  The next hour is spent in ecstasy as the two women make love to each other until the sweat drips from exhausted bodies.   After catching her breath, Yelena takes Bella by the hand and leads her to the full bath that is part of the luxury suite, where they help each other clean the evidence of the night away,  Both laugh at some of the places the men had left bodily fluids.  When done, the two dress and hug before leaving the suite.  Cabs are called for both and they separate, going each to their different destinations.

Yelena sits back in the car, reliving the night and idly listening to the news feeds.  She caught the end of a report about a fire in the Barrens that had been accompanied by some gunfire.  Gang violence was suspected.  The reminder of violence takes her mind back to the previous late afternoon.  Nikolai had been upset and angry, but Yelena had stood her ground at the door, raising her hand. 

"Вы не получите от меня таким образом, Николай Федорович. Елена Солоха, является как Vory как вы. Я приведен к присяге в том же клятвы и Я помню все. Однако семья оставил мне умереть; моя Bratva был убит в лицо за исключением предатели."  She points to the obvious bullet wound scars over her heart.  "Елена скончался ночью. Никто из них не явился для меня. Никто не нашел меня. Вы жили в семье, и я был оставлен умирать. Семьи у вас и HID вас, но я был на моей собственной в разных странах мира. Я для себя лично. Поэтому я принял то, что естественно, что вы обращаете, и сделал ее оплаты; сделал мне на жизнь."

"Да, я убивать ради прибыли. Я таким образом, что вы не обучать меня. Я более чем я был в Karibor. И меньше. У меня не было семьи. Я была одна. И тем не менее я выжил, и я буду продолжать выжить потому, что тень не сделать с меня еще не. В Vory не по поводу насилия без прибыли. Даже в Karibor мы были на Vory богатыми, сняв конкуренции в продаже наркотиков, оружия, и по признаку пола. Елена Солоха не так глупо, что я не видел. Вы, Николай Федорович, и я пользовался убийства. Вы научили меня, как пользоваться убийства. И вас научил меня, что мое тело - это инструмент и что секс может быть оружием. И я взял мои уроки и в жизни. Я уже опередили людей, с которыми я был убит в результате Karibor номер I были убиты после."

"и теперь у меня есть свой Bratva, моя собственная семья здесь. И задача босс для семьи. Да, я убью за деньги, так же как и любые другие Bratva босс. бессмысленного убийства не только в том, что бессмысленно. Но я знаю кровь, Николай. Я знаю крови. Я хотел бы убить Tsina Molovna тысячу раз и посмотреть ее страдают тысячи агонии каждый раз, но не для меня. Для тех членов моей семьи, которые она предала и убиты. Я не нужно денег, чтобы убить ее, а другие разные. Это бизнес."

Yelena holds his eyes with hers as she steps aside from the doorway.  "В настоящее время, вы можете взять свой гнев и go, если хотите, потому что мне не нужна гнева. Мне нужно видение и план. Расскажите мне, когда у вас с водяным охлаждением. Я поможет убить Tsina Molovna и другие, но не без плана. Вы мне, что я был, и я признателен, но я сделал мне больше, чем я. Я Елена Солоха и Я будет Vory моей смерти, но я не слепой".

“You do not get to talk to me that way, Nikolai Fyodorovich.  Yelena Petrovna is as much Vory as you.  I have sworn the same oaths and I remember everything.  But the Family left me to die; my Bratva was killed to the last person except for the traitors.”  She points to the obvious bullet wound scars over her heart.  “Yelena died that night.  No one came for me.  No one found me.  You lived within the Family and I was left to die.  The Family supported you and hid you, but I was on my own in a different world.  I had to support myself.  So I took what I had naturally, what you had honed, and made it pay; made it give me a living.”

“Yes, I kill for profit.  I have grown in ways that you did not train me.  I am more now than I was in Karibor.  And less.  I had no Family.  I was alone.  Yet I survived, and I will continue to survive because the Shadow is not done with me yet.  The Vory is not about violence without profit.  Even in Karibor we were making the Vory rich by removing the competition in the sales of drugs, weapons, and sex.  Yelena Petrovna was not so stupid that I did not see that.  You, Nikolai Fyodorovich, and I enjoyed the killing.  You taught me how to enjoy the killing.  And you taught me that my body is a tool and that sex can be a weapon.  And I have taken my lessons and made a life.  I have eclipsed the people I killed for you in Karibor by the number I have killed since.”

“And now I have my own Bratva, my own small Family here.  And it is the job of the boss to provide for the Family.  So yes, I kill for money, the same as any other Bratva boss does.  Senseless killing is just that, senseless.  But I know blood, Nikolai.  I know blood.  I would kill Tsina Molovna a thousand times and watch her suffer a thousand agonies each time, but not for me.  For those members of my Family that she betrayed and killed.  I do not need money to kill her, but the others are different.  That is business.”

Yelena holds his eyes with hers as she steps aside from the doorway.  “Now, you may take your anger and go if you want, because I do not need anger.  I need vision and a plan.  Talk to me when you have cooled off.  I will help you kill Tsina Molovna and the others, but not without a plan.  You made me what I was, and I am grateful, but I have made me more than I was.  I am Yelena Petrovna and I will be Vory to my death, but I am not blind.”

[SgtBoomCloud]

Bingo!

In all honesty, she hadn't expected her results to be so...effective.  As the gun dropped to the ground, the short human got low, looking up to see the remaining pair of gangers stopping their task to look towards where their gun-toting companion was.  Thinking fast, Arc took one glance towards the gun before it decided to respond for her, a short report of fire ringing out from the large piece, the bullets sent off in a safe direction and fully alerting the duo.  Eyes flaring open, Arc saw her opportunity, darting to the gun in a lunging stride and scooping it into her grasp with both hands.

The weight is what hit her first, her roughcut muscles and lack of any formal exercise regimen making the piece a heavy one to lift, taking a couple seconds to get to her feet as she held the gun with both hands, gripping the grip tightly with her right hand whilst the left was white-knuckled on the upper handle, pointed directly at the two of them.  Grinning, she growled her voice out, a resounding cackle of menace opening her shouting.

"Nyeahhahah, betcha didn't expect THIS, huh slitches?  Y--"

[gilga]

That was all nice and dandy if there was a job. I think and in my estimation the job position will get filled by someone qualified and Ginny will be too poor to go home and too isolated to complain. I am the cynical bastard with no trust in humanity so I am connecting the dots, once she is in Tokyo she will be a lot weaker, she will be socially isolated and the conditions may change. Also why did she rush for this job, why not someone for a university graduate, why shortcutting things. “I made a devil deal once and it turned out to be a lot different than what I bargained for.  Make sure you sign a formal contract and everything as soon as possible because once in Tokyo you may be too poor to come back if things are not as peachy as they sound.

If you are indeed going to make double the money the doc is making, why does David need to rent an apartment for you? Rich people can rent any apartment they want, they do not need an apartment favor. Especially when his wife is a lot less likely to find out if you just rent your own place.  Something just does not add up Ginny. Be safe in there.”

I am now into career development? These are her life choices and I think that if something seems too good to be true it usually is. I hope that I am the cynical bastard and that Ginny will make it big, but the job may prove illusion and the apartment in Tokyo may prove real what will happen then?   What can I say, people are cynical bastards and I just expect the worst in people.

I then text Jed >> Jed can you background check David Anderson for me, he is some sort of senior in the medical industry and should have some lab in Tokyo.

[SmilinIrish]

Snowden was quiet the rest of the way home.  Jed watched him a moment from the corner of his eye.  He seemed thoughtful, not sulky.  That was good at least.  Once they got to his place, he needed to give Snowden some space that he could control.  But not the lodge.  He might need to lock the garage altogether.  A message came back from Mike.  Too busy.  Ok, a man’s gotta work.  Birthday party.  Damn.  Forgot about that.

Once they got to Jed’s place Jed led Snowden through the office and back into the bedroom.  Snowden cocked his head to the side and studied the entire environment and then walked over to the coffee table and was about to pick up the antique cloisonne frog Jed had but stopped himself and looking at jed said, “Is it ok if I move it with the other foci?”

Jed looks at the frog.  It was a knick knack that he picked up from the thrift store.  But it wasn’t a focus.  At one time it had held a small amount of mana, which Jed had condensed out in the form of reagents.  Most of the time, when he was done with it, he returned and donated things back to the thrift store.  It was probably something given from a daughter to a mother, or something sentimental like that.  Jed found reagents of his tradition in cast off things that had once held some sentimental value.  Hermetics liked their crystals with their internal structure, or paranormal creature parts with their inherent magic.  Shamans like their bird feathers and tiger claws.  Chaos mages liked the random stuff that had been the object of some emotion.  A murder weapon could hold mana that way for a chaos mage, but that was some dark stuff.  It “tasted” funny. 

“You can move the frog.”  Jed looked at his bedroom.  He might as well let Snowden have the bedroom. “You can do what you want with this room.  You can even rearrange my office out front if you really want to. Please, just stay out of the garage.  That’s my space.  I’m a different kind of mage than you.  We flow differently.  You can move anything else, just don’t touch the garage.”

Snowden stopped with his hand on the frog. “I’m a mage? I don’t think i’m a mage. I don’t remember being a mage.” he looked down at the frog then and and walked over to a small teak box from Bangladesh and placed the frog next to it. He then moved the box a few centimeters over and counter-clockwise and placed the frog at a thirty degree angle from it. He walked over to a small picture then and adjusted it, leveling it. The difference was tiny. But, it was now level.

Jed surveyed the room.  It was dusty.Wonder when he’ll notice that?  Room will be empty after he’s done.  Jed looked around the small room.  He didn’t have a refrigerator.  He either ate from the soy machine or ate noodles around the corner.  Jed set down the groceries brought from Marco’s house.  Hopefully the guy eats like an ascetic.  Doesn’t look too plump I guess.
 
Snowden nodded to him. “Thank you.”He walked back into the office and looked around. “Ummmh, my mentor has had me sleep on the ground since she took over my training. Is it ok to sleep in a bed after that?” He’s looking rather worried as he asks.

Jed considered that a moment. “Well Joshua, I don’t know why she had you sleeping on the ground, so I can’t really answer that.  If that is what you are used to, maybe you should sleep on the ground here.  You can pull the futon cushion off if you need to.  I’ll be sleeping in the garage for now, unless you need me sleeping in here?  Maybe you aren’t a mage, I may be making a wrong assumption.  But you said mentor.  What was she training you in?  What do you remember about her?”

“Dancing Light taught me plants.”   He paused, thinking, struggling to remember. “She told me to sleep on the ground because all life is connected and sleeping on a bed artificially disconnected our true selves from the soul of all that is precious.”

“If you intend to continue to follow her directives, just let me know what you need and I’ll try to get it.  Dancing LIght.  That’s a pretty name.  Was she a kind mentor, or harsh?”

“She was, she was . . . “ He’s obviously struggling. “She was everything I ever wanted. But . . . . .” He sits down and begins crying. “I can’t remember her . . . . “ “I loved her my whole life and now I can’t remember her.” You hear a voice saying, “It is best that he does not remember me. I have been with him his entire life. And it has stopped him from growing.” It is Otohime. His memory loss may thus serve some good though it was unintended. But, it is good that he is not to far separated from his mana.

Jed sits next to the young man before him.  He doesn’t hug him.  Doesn’t say anything.  He just sits close, pressing against his side.  Thinking of Bunny.  He knows loss.  An hour passes as Snowden cries himself out.  Jed has no words of assurance.  Apparently this isn’t going to come back to him.  Isn’t going to do any good to lie and tell him otherwise.  So he just sits.  Being a human.  He begins to understand.  Lessons about friendship, yada-yada.  Necessary.  But most of all, Joshua needs to be with another flesh and blood being. 

Snowden is finally done crying. And he falls asleep right there on the ground. His last action was to grab the pillow off the bed and tuck it under his head. “ It’s two centimeters to large for the bed. You should fix that.” he murmurs and then is out.

Jed sits quietly next to the man for a time as the shadows grow long across the floor.  Thinking.  Reflecting.  Eventually he picks up his comm.  He needed to get in touch with Rosalie Valdez.  He needs to know what is happening at Snowden’s place.

Sweet Rosalie.  She is a mid level technician in the crime lab.  She processes forensic evidence for Mike (and Jed) on the sly when they need it, which is great considering that she has access to the police criminal database.  Jed is hoping she can get him a copy of the police report for the call to Snowden’s house.  Jed wants to know the name of that dwarf. 

Jed pops open the “Second Life”™  app on his comm.  She is a drug king pin in this game.  Jed drops his message in the dead drop.  Time, date, location.  Hopefully this won’t cost him too much.  His current finances won’t last too long.  Next he drops a second message to the chemist that made the hospital badges for him and Marco. “Omae, give me your account info.  I have the payment for the takeout you delivered last week.”.  Next he cruises the matrix for news stories related to Snowden’s house.

There it is. The trid is full of references to Snowden’s disappearance and reported death. Stock prices have dropped but are expected to recover. His companies VP is being investigated for improper handling of funds and is a suspect. Prices for several plants that the company imports have skyrocketed as supplies are expected to dwindle and an ongoing investigation into KE’s response and subsequent mishandling with the words ‘cover-up’ being strongly hinted at by the news media. It seems they lean two way. That the VP killed him and worked with someone in KE to have his body stolen in order to hide the murder. And that the VP had him kidnapped in order to stop the acquisition and drive prices up. Hmmm, and the soccer team is doing really well. He just made a little money on that game, again thanks to Rosalie.

[Shaman_Yuri]

So this is what a Shadowrunner is like?

She's amazing.  Keeping calm is the face of adversity.  Making a plan with just the right amount of insanity and then having the luck for it to actually work.  I...I could never be like her but maybe...just maybe...she will find me useful enough to keep around.  Please Allah, make it so.  This is an amazing break.

But first, we must find Lexi.  This is all happening because of my friend.  Good things are happening for both of us, now, and she'll be part of it.  I swear it!

Uh, wait!  Where are my two marks?  In fact, where is the LMG icon?

Even as Arc reaches for the gun, I realize the electronics were fried either from the fall to the floor or the electricity attack.  Either way...

<<Arc, don't trust the gun.  The electronics are fried!  It may not fire!!!>>

I get ready to start casting if the Goblins don't bolt like we want them too...

[ismilealot]

@ Arc & Subaru  The Green Goblins drop the drugs and grabbing weapons turn and open fire at the only person in the room.

@ Subaru  As Subaru turns her attention back on the LMG she immediately knows something's wrong. Where's the weapon! The ARO is gome! The signal that had held her marks is nowhere to be found in the immediate area

  Roll Initiative