Aaron sees his commlink light up and checks the message. "Duke" wanted some cover apparently. He jammed out a quick reply.
<< [Duke] Hi Duke. Who gave you my id? >>Aaron was new to this Shadow Running thing, but he was pretty sure you ought not just answer the first comm call that knows your nickname. After all, there was another runner team out there, and they might be clever.
Then, after a moment, he decided to go ahead and press for some more info. What could it hurt?
<< [Duke] What observation tower? >>"Spotter" eh? Maybe it's just a recon job. he thought to himself as he pocketed his comm to take inventory: 5 arrows, a loaded Omni, and a speedloader with standard rounds; no explosive arrows or bullets; armor vest, but no body armor; no slap patches, no gas mask. But at least he had his flashlight. And, of course, his very expensive augments. Perhaps a little lean, but surely Torrent wouldn't toss him in the deep end his first time out. It was just playing backup to some recon job, almost certainly. Still, Aaron could feel himself getting a little tense.
I'll just grab a beer while I wait for details. No harm in that.He set off north to cross the river and head east into town, trying to stay out of sight. Lots of people don't like orks, especially big ones, and carrying a bow around just makes you look like some kind of mad critter hunter. Best not to be in front of too many eyes.
Sneaking: 12d6t5: 3 [12d6t5=2, 1, 3, 6, 2, 2, 5, 2, 5, 2, 4, 1]