You stand in the slow moving line biding your time for the critical moment.
A scant meter a way from the lady in the beret you clinch your hand in to a sledge hammer like fist of steel.
As the man in front walks away from the check point you turn to aim at the petrol pump.
"Would you please step forwards?" she calls out in a stern voice as you lock on to the storage tanks filling valve.
The protective shields whir down and click in place over for eyes.
"Please STEP FORWARDS" she commands you growing more stern and instant.
A burst of green light silently shoots from your eye for a split moment before the deafening thunder crack of a billions volt unleashed.
Jets of flame erupt and tower in to the sky as a thousand of gallons of fuel begin to burn.
You size the moment as every looks on the towering inferno in horror and amazement.
a swift punch hammers in to the jaw of the lady officer, a scattering of her teeth in to the gutter with a gruesome snapping sound.
With one hand you unravel the gunmetal mass of the shotgun, fling the officer on to your shoulder as her jaw hags limp.
Using your inhuman strength you leap on to the roof of a near by car and start to run a cross them like a giant set of stepping stones.
You leap from the roof a grey identikit car and land with the unsettling crash of broken glass and a stabbing in your leg.
Ignore the pain as you pull your leg out of the broken sunroof, shards of broken glass hang from your bleeding leg.
As you climb down from the car, a rubber bullet whistles pasts your head and shatters the window.
Spinning round you ready your gun and fire at chest of one of the soldiers.
"F**K" is all you can think of when he staggers for a moment as a rubber slug thumps in to his chest.
In panic you hurl you self to the left clattering to the ground on top of your hostage.
With a metallic clink it falls in to your face a small revolver, its chrome glinting as you grab it.
Pushing your self up and in to a run, with revolver roaring in one hand and the practiced sprint from your days on the hock field you reach the helicopter.
Slamming the door shut you turn to encounter a man deep in shock as he trys madly to bandage a bleeding ragged stump in the place of his forarm.
On the lies Nicolette she looks to be in even worse shape than before as tatted strips of something surround her.
Dumping your prisoner you wounder what to do?
Name:Jackie Hall
Health: 2 bullets in chest, nasty scars over chest.
Symbiotes systems: Exoskeleton, Muscular and Cardiovascular systems,Ocular weapon mount,Symbite Reproduction.
Stats
Strength 18
Dexterity 9
Constitution 16
Willpower 9
Energy level: 1
Upgrade points: 0
Fear rating +2
Police heat 8 actively hunting you
Gang heat 6
Favor with the voices, pleased with currant speed of work .
Long Coat (covers to the knees,+2 to concealment)
Pump action shotgun (your shot gun ammo 18) ( ranged weapon range 3 2x6 damage, 6/6 magazine. -2 to concealment) (is illegal)
Revolver (No ammo)
Name:Nicolette Briscoe
Health:blood covered mess
Stats
Strength 8
Dexterity 12
Constitution 7
Willpower 7
Fear rating 3
Police heat 17
Gang heat 5
Favor with the voices, unknown.
notes:
Speak poor english