Jim does the sensible thing. He rips the centipede off and throws it at Feyri to distract her while he makes his escape!
You rip the centipede off.
[end:5]
You hurl the severed bit at the demon feyri. Your superhuman strength results in a insectoid bullet that sends her flailing back like she's been hit by a softball fired from a cannon.
"In this exercise you will be infiltrating a compound, covertly placing an explosive and then making your escape before detonating it. Before we begin, tell me: What is the most effective disguise for infiltrating a guarded compound?"
"infiltrating a compound, covertly placing an explosive"
infiltrating covertly
Milno's brow creases slightly at the description of the training course; if his previous missions are anything to go by, he's almost as stealthy and subtle as an enraged grizzly bear driving a speeding truck through a sea of highly explosive bubblewrap. To be fair, he expected the virtual course to be something more akin to learning how to use explosives without blowing up both him and his teammates, but even then he's still going on with it due to the possibility of needing such skills in the future.
"I'd rather never be found at all and not need a disguise." he answers, crossing his arms and tilting his head, wondering if military compounds were full of cameras, movement sensors and all types of exaggerated security check routines he had once glimpsed in a movie. "But if it comes down to that, cleaning or some kind of basic maintenance person."
Answer.
"Correct. Maintenance personnel are invisible, ignored by others and often granted access to many places, despite their low positions. Plus it is not unusual for them to be seen carrying toolboxes or packages, making it easy for them to smuggle things in."
"In the following exercise will consist of you transporting a remote control explosive device to a sensitive area within a compound. You will not be armed or armored. You will be dressed as a maintenance worker and have the proper papers and cards to work with this disguise. Avoid contact if possible. Your target is a power junction deep in the compound. Junction C-34. You will be provided with a map to the location. Once there, plant the device and make your escape. Any questions?"
I'm still reading it out, (5 days in!) but I think I'd like a character.
Name: Leo Girard
Age: 30
Appearance: Ordinary looking brown hair and eyes. Shortish. Unremarkable features.
Personal Information: Leo lives most of his life under-the-radar, almost to the point of paranoia, making money through casual labor, gray market trading and occasional grift.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Fingered by the one-armed man.
Stats
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 3
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 3
Intelligence: 5
Willpower: 3
Skills
Speech: 1
Intuition: 1
Handiwork: 1-1
Conventional Weapons: 1
Unconventional Weapons: 1
Exotic Weapons: 0
Auxiliary Systems: 0+1
Medical Tech: 0
Grunt.
Welcome, new meat. Enjoy your short and exciting life.
Pancaek looks mildly confused "Right, that was different. Third time's the charm?"
Pray to the pantheon, flip channel
You looking for something in particular? Otherwise I'll keep showing off my extensive knowledge of bizarre shit.
((Doesn't it feel kind of sad that Milno gets to do all those cool situations, but we will never, almost certainly never encounter anything close to that? I mean infiltrate something? In HMRC? Don't see that happening any time soon.
And there is always that sadness that our beloved heroes whom we love in a narrative cannot do some random but very interesting and awesome things because of the said narrative. The stars would never align.
I suppose that part of where the superhero matchmaking or moronic movie titles comes from, a desire to put a hero in an otherwise improbable or impossible situation. Too bad that stuff never has the depth the actual narrative has from being able to tie all the strings together. Man, this is a sad life I live, desiring so much and being able to enjoy so little.))
Oh ye of little faith.
"I think I'm gonna need this."
Put my bottle of Astro in front of me, ready to drink from it when the TV program predictably remains strange/horrible.
You place bottle down on the ground like the knife of a man about to commit Hari Kari.