[Crossbow]

"So you collect a scalp and now I got to deal with Fists poking around scaring my customers.  Oh wait!  I got a box of pistols I am not using, maybe I can make some cash real quick." said the dwarf.

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor grinned, "Two, actually." The grin faultered a bit when Darrell made mention of the guns, *Dammit, Clem. This was suppose to be a simple pick-up, but once more you had to frag things up for me.* O'Connor quickly replaced the grin with a smirk, "You mean for the organleggers, right, after your second rate defects blow up in people's hands?"

[Crossbow]

"I don't know, there are some pretty nice pieces of hardware in here..." Darrell says as he starts picking firearms out of the box you were supposed to get and putting them aside, "...couple of L36's, a Pulsar with a few shots left, the Baretta brothers, both 101 and 200, there is even that old Max Power in here I kept trying to get the laser working on, finally took an hour last night to get that done for somebody, forgot who.  Oh yeah and this Crusader I just picked up with..." he pops the magazine out "...yep, my last clip of Stick N Shock, that could a been helpful, oh well."  Darrell tosses the pieces over his shoulder.  O'Connor, who knows what a neat freak the weaponsmith is, realizes he is seriously tired and pissed.

The dwarf looks in the box again, shaking it a bit, he smiles.  "Tell you what omae, I ain't gonna leave you completely hanging.  You can have the rest of the box, but you better get over here quick, before some squatter gets hisself armed." he drops the box out the same window he pushed Clem through, "Don't bother trying to get in, I am locking down and I already scrubbed your code, I am going to bed for now and if somebody wakes me up I am gonna get cranky." The call is dropped.

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor sighed as the call was cut, *Ah, frag me. He's really pissed about this.* O'Connor increased his pace back to the shop, even if he was irate with Clem, he wasn't gonna leave her alone and unconscious in an alley longer than necessary.

[RHat]

Fionn was torn between whether or not to suggest that the team, such as it was, might be able to make up for all this somehow make up for this after they were back on their feet; he decided to split the difference and give the idea to O'Connor.

<<Hey, might be you should suggest that the lot of us could do something to help make up for all this once we're back up and running right.  If nothing else, I've got some experience in doing the white hat thing, so might be I could improve his security setup.  Fair to say Clem's pretty much got to help, too, and I can see who here'd be willing to help.  Don't know if that's how you guys handle things, though, and it's probably best if the suggestion comes from you.>>

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor was in no mood to deal with Red, so he hung up almost as soon as the elf started speaking. Instead of coming up with new insults to use against Red, O'Connor focused on getting to Clem before gangers, ghouls, or God knew what else found her.

[Crossbow]

When O'Connor gets back to Darrell's building, he was relieved to note that what he remembered was true.  The open and overflowing garbage dumpster was under the window, and Clem was not injured, though the smell was definitely going to linger.  The cardboard box was next to her in the trash, it's contents?  Two unloaded Colt Asps with about 20 loose rounds.

The streets were quiet, which means that the chick had probably called her buddies and were working through the area.  There is no way he was going to be able to carry Clem and she doesn't look to be coming around soon.

[RHat]

"Sure, I try to suggest something to help and he just hangs up..."

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor sighed once he looked in the box, *God dammit, Darrell, why don't ya just shoot me yourself?* He loaded the two revolvers and secured them in the waistband of his pants. He moved the remaining rifle rounds to his pants pocket, and put the revolver rounds into the pouch. He looked at Clem with disgust as he checked to see if she still had the Ruger on her, *Smooth move, ya dumb bitch. The frag am I gettin' us outta here?* Carrying her, with his ribs the way they were, was out of the question. Hell, even if they were in good condition, it would probably be a struggle. He could just call the others, but even being on the outs with Darrell at the moment, wasn't enough to make him risk bringing Red around. He searched the alleyway from a dolly, cart, anything really, that he could use to transport Clem.

[spoiler=Perception]
Perception 3 + Visual 2 + Intuition 3 + Actively Looking 3 - CM 2 = Pool 9
9d6.hits(5) → [1,2,5,4,3,1,6,2,2] = (2)
[/spoiler]

[farothel]

"Well, if he doesn't want our help, he can solve his problems on his own," Sammy grumbled, "you offered to help, he didn't want it.  Case closed."
She wanted to get out of this place, but all the issues they were having weren't helping, and this 'I-want-to-do-everything-alone' attitude started to get on her nerves.

[RHat]

"Yeah, I just hope his issues with me don't cause us a bigger problem..."

[farothel]

"I've found there's not much a good stunbolt can't solve," Sammy replied, "but first let's see if we can't solve this another way."

[Necrogigas]

There was no way that he was going to be able to sneak Clem out of the area, but stealth had never been his strong suit to begin with. He peered around the corner of the alleyway checking to see if any Fists were in the area.

[spoiler=Perception]
Perception 3 + Visual 2 + Intuition 3 + Actively Looking 3 - CM 2 = Pool 9
9d6.hits(5) → [1,4,1,3,3,2,1,6,6] = (2)
[/spoiler]

[Crossbow]

(OOC:  No one on the street but an old lady smoking something on the next block.)

[Necrogigas]

*Damn, possible lookout. Taking her out will just draw those cocksuckers out, wait...* He covered Clem in more garbage to hide her, and then began climbing the fire escape.

[spoiler=Climbing]
3d6.hits(5) → [5,4,1] = (1)

Edge to reroll misses

2d6.hits(5) → [1,4] = (0)
((OOC: Really, are you kidding me? Dice: "Don't like a 4 and a 1? Here, have a 1 and a 4.))
[/spoiler]