[Crossbow]

O'Connor manages to get two fingers of one hand on the bottom rung, then manages to keep from passing out as he stretches out his broken torso, as he scrambles up.

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor had to take a moment to rest after getting up the fire escape. He was no stranger to pain, but busted ribs had a nasty habit of fully reminding a person that they're broken and very mad about it. After collecting himself, O'Connor made his way to the rooftop. From this superior vantage point, O'Connor surveyed the area once more for enemies.

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

[Crossbow]

O'Connor doesn't see anything that really sparks interest, the elderly woman in his sight tosses the stump of whatever toxin she was smoking and begins to slowly creep back into her hovel.

He can hear some commotion going on as people arrive on his latest act of revenge, but his current vantage point doesn't allow for a straight line view on the crimescene.  He figures he could have as much as an hour before anyone sweeps through the immediate area.

[Necrogigas]

*Don't see any of 'em, that could be really good or extremely bad. Though it looks like that woman wasn't a lookout after all.* Unable to spot the Azure Fists that must be in the area, O'Connor made his way back to Clem. He loaded her onto a large piece of cardboard and began dragging her. He got at least half way back to the others when the cardboard fell to pieces. O'Connor stumbled forward and fell, sending new waves of pain through his torso. He leaned against the side of a building and sent a text to the others for pick up.

[RHat]

"Right, so now he wants us to come get him?  Thought this was as close as he wanted me to get...  Anyone else get the feeling something's off?"  Fionn got the van moving again, heading to the indicated rendezvous.

@O'Connor:  <<You in any danger?  Scale of 1 to 10?>>

[Necrogigas]

<The Barrens are always around a 5. Now get your ass over here, I think lugging this bitch has turned several of my rib fractures into breaks and god only knows what to the breaks I already had.> O'Connor shifted his sitting position and leveled the rifle in the direction he'd come from.

[RHat]

Reaching out into the ether, Fionn called forth what appeared to be a dwarf composed of living brass - a servant, follower, or creation of Creidhne, he presumed. 

"Two of my allies are in danger nearby, and we need to grab them and get to safety with haste.  Will you help us?"  The sprite nodded, and as Fionn released control of the vehicle to it the style of driving changed notably as a more skilled entity took over.

@O'Connor:  <<Inbound.  Be there soon as we can.>>

[Crossbow]

The pick-up is accomplished quickly and without incident.  Matty and Icarus handle the loading of the still unconscious ork into the van and moving out of the area.

The stench emanating from the brief marinade she got in the dumpster is finally enough to bring Clem around as they roll through Touristville, the concentrated stench in the unvented cargo area acting as the equivalent to smelling salts.

[HydroRaven]

Coming around, Clem asks "What the drek happened? Where are we?"

[Necrogigas]

O'Connor glares at Clem and answers icily, "We're back at the van, and what happened was you tried to rob the guy that was gonna do us a solid. It's a god damn weapons shop in the middle of the god damn Barrens. You didn't think there wasn't gonna be any anti-theft traps? You're fraggin' luck that Darrell hates cleaning up dead bodies, or that wouldn't've been knock out gas. You're also lucky that we still need you, or I'da left your ass in that dumpster for the gangers and ghouls to find. So now instead of having the whole team armed, we only got two pieces of shit Colt Asps with twenty rounds between 'em. Hell, the only reason we got those is 'cause Darrell knows I hate the damn things, so its just an extra 'fuck you' to me. Also, you owe Darrell a hundo." O'Connor turned away from Clem and then started brainstorming ideas for coming up with guns and/or cash fast, *Let's see...Ricky might have some 'eviction notices' that need to be posted, Mitch could need some tabs collected, hell I'm sure Enrique needs debts collected.*

[HydroRaven]

Clem, still woozy from the drugs, answers "I heard gunshots before passing out. What happened?"

[Necrogigas]

"Takin' care of some personal business."

[RHat]

"And for that matter, why was she the only one in the shop?  Wouldn't the system have triggered on her no matter what?"

[Necrogigas]

"I let her in before taking care of my thing, and the traps are mostly on the gun cages. I figured there wasn't really anyway Clem would frag up: going inside, getting the box of guns, leaving."

[RHat]

"Seems like a strangely kind setup - wouldn't you want the gas to trigger as soon as the wrong person walked in?"