Change radio to music. Bolt out of the APC, grab my shield, then run back into the APC.
You change the radio station. The driver changes it back. You glare at the driver. He glares back at you. Surely this shall be a be a battle of wits for the ages.
OH and you get your shield.
Alright. First one-story building across the street, whatever it is. Run over there, bust down the door, fire shotgun into ceiling. Command everyone to get down, anyone who doesn't comply has their jaw introduced to the shotgun's butt. Take everyone in this building hostage. This'll be phase one of the plan.
"I'm moving. Get the hostages back in the restaurant ready for movement, leave the unconscious ones here."
You charge across the street, kick in the door of the nearest one story building, and fire your shotgun into the ceiling. The occupants of the building, all seemingly sitting in a large single room at cheap looking desks, look up with a start, some screaming.
"LISTEN UP YOU MOTHERFUCKING BAKA-FACES! YOUR ASSES NOW BELONG TO ME! HANDS IN THE AIR, PANTS AROUND YOUR ANKLES, LETS MAKE THIS A QUALITY SLEEPOVER!"
Your nose starts bleeding.
"NOW. WHERE THE FUCK AM I?"
One of the hostages says something in a scared, quiet voice.
"SPEAK UP SON, I'M EXTREMELY ANIME!"
"Freeman's Bail Bonds." He repeats.
"WELL FUCKING NYAAAAAN~ TO THAT. I MIGHT HAVE TO USE YOUR SERVICES AFTER THIS. THAT WORKS OUT JUST PERFECTLY."
Yttra examines her gut patchup job.
Huh. That kinda worked? I'm a *&^%ing nurse. Ha!
@Team: "Hey. Umm, anyone wanna help move these two back to the APC?" she says to the team in general, completely ignorant of the fight going on upstairs and the abyssal blackness problem downstairs.
She then looks at Taddock, flopping his arm up and down in front of her like some sort of wet noodle, and almost throws up again.
@Taddock: "*&^% doesn't that *&^%ing hurt!?"
*&^%, don't gotta be a nurse to know that $#@! ain't good.
Take spare plastic wrap and any remaining strips of chef's clothing. Go get some zipties. See if i can find something that could be used as a makeshift splint. Think about how i could apply these to Taddock's arm to make it less floppy (charge med bonus).
If there's room for another minor action, briefly check how dead Hasala is on the way past.
You gather up some zipties, a long handled wooden spoon, and the rest of your supplies from the other surgery. That done, you check on Hasala. He's proper dead, the round punched straight through both lungs and tore off the bottom of his heart. He was probably unconscious before he even hit the ground and dead a few moments after that.
"Right, I'm going in. Whatever happens next, do not follow me, under any circumstance. In fact, shut the trap behind me, and if anything come out of the trap, get ready to shoot it, even if it looks like me. You got all that?"
Enter the abyss. Make sure they close the trapdoor behind me.
You climb down onto the ladder and wait as they close the door after you. Once it has been closed, you start down the ladder. Passing through the blackness is an odd sensation, a feeling of cold and vertigo, disorientation that leaves you unsure if you're climbing up or down any more. Eventually, after you've been climbing for what feels like several minutes, the feeling passes and you find yourself standing in a large drainage tunnel, a brickwork ovoid passage with a stream of grayish water flowing knee deep through it. You, however, are not in that water. The ladder lets you down on a wooden walkway which follows the right side of the tunnel off into the distance, around a bend in the tunnel maybe thirty feet away.
"I don't like it, but I'll follow those orders."
Close the hatch after him.
You close and lock the door as soon as Morul is safely inside.
"Run away!"
tactical retreat from frontline with weird people
Your arm suddenly begins moving of it's own accord: it drops your shield, grabs the nightstick from your belt and promptly cracks you in the back of the knee. You drop to the ground, forced to your knees by the blow. The woman is on you in an instant, wrapping herself around you in a full body embrace. And then she's gone. Your body jerks back up into the air, like a puppet on strings, and draws your laser rifle.
"HELP! HELP! I'M BEING PSYCHICALLY OPPRESSED!"
"Alien fuckery!" Faith shouted over the comms as she rushed her attacker.
Rush wifebeater, break his arms.
Faith pops back up, leans slightly to the left, and then vanishes, leaving nothing more then pulped wood and a burst of dust where she used to be. Her progress across the room can be tracked only by the impact craters of her feet; three distinct steps, one of which is on a nearby wall. When she reappears an instant later, behind the man, she's already in the middle of a round house kick. The blow sends the man cartwheeling away, smashing through dividing curtains and into the far wall like meaty cannon ball.
Faith stands up, smiles for a moment and then staggers. Her legs are both shaking, suddenly weak.
Seeing the door fall into small cubes and hearing faith shout about alien fuckery, Pan jumps into action
"Fethin' xenos, man."
Use mass amp on the woman and do the corkscrew manoeuvre, decapitating her. Afterwards, if the the man hasn't been succesfulyl dealt with by faith, do the same on him. Be ready to dodge back at all times should they start attacking me. I'd like to point out that I should have 30 willpower now, though IdiotsInspace still says 22. I'll update it on my sheet in the wiki, eventually
You charge up into the room. You see Faith round house kick a man across the room, and you see Konrad pulling is laser rifle out, but you don't see anyone else.
Hustle upstairs. If there's trouble take the best shot I have with the shotgun.
You run up right behind Pancaek, waving your shotgun around with one hand.
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