Mesk really is the worst medic. Faith may be apathetic, or unhelpful, but she's never kicked a mother to death in front of her own daughter.
"Good work Mesk. You killed the girl's mother. Let's just go..." Jim sighed, leaving to head to 31 and investigate.
You follow E's example and get the heck out of home 32 in favor of home 31. You take a second to stare at the hole in the center of the door before stepping in and finding E rummaging through the couches in the front room. She offers you a peppermint, to which you simply point at your lack of mouth and shrug.
(Oops!)
"Don't worry little girl, it's just a medically-induced coma. Bye now!"
Follow Jim, walking slightly faster than usual.
You follow Jim to the 32nd house and happily accept E's peppermint.
"Clear! I'm heading upstairs."
Head upstairs.
You head up stairs and turn the corner to the corner to the right. The hall leads down to several more rooms, each of which has the door closed. Oh, and there's also a man kneeling maybe 7 feet away with a shotgun pointed straight toward you. He doesn't look happy to see you.
(( Yeah, I supposed so. And what about "Good work, ..." one? Though, actually, at the second glance, that one doesn't sound as heinous, and shouldn't matter so much.
Well, whatever. I guess the mission debriefing will have the number of civilian casualties mentioned ))
I have no problems with that.
Enter the house. Look for survivors inhabitants.
You walk right past Thrak and the dog he's cuddling with and over to the
corpse man he just injured. [med:1+1] You have no idea how hurt he is, so you just wander farther into the home. There's no one in the living room, or the kitchen thats just beyond it. There's a door to the right of the kitchen and another to the left. Hmm, which way to go.
"Down boy!"
Thrak administers a low power shock from the left gauntlet to attempt to stun the dog.
((Honestly, can a dog even seriously hurt me?))
((Also, hah: I wasn't the first to score a civvie kill. So much for THAT pool.))
[Dex:6]
[uncon:5]
You grab the dog by the scruff of the neck while it gnaws worthlessly on your other arm, and activate your electric hand. The result is a burst of blue light, steam and the smell of burning hair. The dog drops to the ground, unmoving.
Cool.
"Steve, call house 3. Route me through"
Travis waits until the man picks up the phone and says some form of greeting
"Hello, my name is Travis, and I'm working with a government agency to investigate and find the murderer known as the Endive Serial killer. We suspect he may be in the area, along with a band of idiots robbing houses. Please, do lock your doors. Anyway, the serial killer is a master of disguise. He could be anyone. Do you have any information that could assist us? Anyone acting the slightest bit strange, out of character. Someone who disappeared for a while and came back, with some general excuse? If you think someone is suspicious, we can move into the area and test to see if he is the serial killer. Your cooperation and assistance will be appreciated"
The line beeps. Busy. Hmm.
((We're actually somewhat behind, considering no one has started a fire yet.))
I give it another dozen turns. At most.