You charge the man, aiming a sweeping overhead strike at his head. Unfortunately, you miss, and your shovel embeds itself in the windowframe. The man uses the few moments you spend extracting it to recover his gun and shoot you in the thigh - in your adrenaline rush you aren't sure about the extent of the damage - before you rush him again, this time moving away from the window, and your shovel impacts first his gun, and then his head, sending him sprawling on the floor. You look at the shovel - the edge is covered in gore. A shudder runs through your body, and you briefly ponder whether you've killed this strange man. You've never killed anybody before - not like this, anyway.
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Good work. Now please put the spade down and your hands up. Step away from the gun, too, okay?It seems that while you were scuffling with the tricorne dude, a woman has snuck up on you - she is leaning casually against the window, her gun - a short, stubby thing with a perforated barrel jacket and a large, unwieldy-looking pan mag on top- pointing not exactly at you, but in your general vicinity. She's wearing a grey felt greatcoat and a small round sheepskin hat, and her facial features can be described as hawkish.
A pale young man with a mop of shaggy black hair - wearing a hat similar to the woman's - pokes his head through the window.
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Jen, they're gonna be here in two minutes, tops - who the hell is that?Shovel (in hand)
Work clothing (worn)
Vereinian Royal Infantry coat (worn) In pockets: hold-out derringer (two shots), ID Coin x2, nail file
Vereinian Royal Infantry boots (worn)
Lighter (almost full)
Knife-blade
Water canister (in railcar)
Isandan passport
Isandan military registry ticket (lieutenant of reserve)
Siren pattern (on cardboard)
Key
Candle stub
Medkit
Bites and scratches
Leg wound (not diagnosed)