Wiggle on the turret excitedly.
Hey now, this is a family show.
"hope this works for us."
Wait, maintain bonus.
You stay hunkered down in the door way, weapon at the ready.
"I said off the turret"
if lerman doesn't get off of the turret use extreme prejudice (possibly a exoskeleton boosted baton nut shot)
Swot this interloper! Weld my hands on the turret!
"I said off the turret"
if lerman doesn't get off of the turret use extreme prejudice (possibly a exoskeleton boosted baton nut shot)
You both tangle up, fighting in a depressingly underwhelming fashion and end up rolling off the top of the APC and falling down behind it.
Yttra just sort of ambles off and climbs the stairs, for no apparent reason.
Go back up to the second floor. Look around. Check if the door to the third floor looks locked. Try to guess how long Morul has left before he dies of chestworms.
The door to the third floor is indeed locked.
Hard to say, probably not terribly long till they get into his brain case at this rate.
Pan scans around the street, trying to stay all zen
"Man, I've got to keep real calm now, gotta get some brain juice back for when these police guys inevitibly open fire on us."
"So, you shouldn't try to work yourself up over something? Get angry?"
"No no, like, zen, man."
"Guess what?"
"what?"
"He's on the turret again"
"Lerman I swear to any god Lars can come up with, if you don't get off of that goddamned turret I will make your life a living hell with a lot of missing limbs. I'm tired of your shit, son."
Stay zen, gauge brain juice. Watch how Morul does, scan police people with cameye settings while we wait
The police people are repleat with metal armor plating and weapons according to your cam eyes, but they are flesh and blood as well. Human, save for the occasional prosthesis and surgical pins.
"Greetings officers. Let's settle this peaceably. Now, I'd like to talk to the person in charge here."
Maintain the bonus.
Morul's body shakes violently and then straightens up a moment later.
"Time to die, is it?"
His head twitches to the side, and half of his upper body tears away; his infected arm and chest clatters across the ground and lands near the diner window. His body sags heavily to one side, lacking the muscles to stay straight, and his head sweeps about randomly, looking for something. Finally it stops, looking up at the second story windows of the diner building.
"There you are Anne. Let me help you."
He jerks his head upward so violently it looks like he's going to topple over backwards. He stumbles for a moment, then regains his balance.
"Come to me."
The second floor window explodes outward and a flash of white screams down onto the pavement, spraying brick and glass across the street. The police sweep their weapons about, screaming for everyone to get down. As the dust of powdered brick and blacktop clears the hulking form of faith, club in one hand, the other arm slung protectively over Morul's body, her head leaning over his shoulder, teeth bared, comes into focus. One of her bonds is still clinging to her wrist, cleanly sliced in half.
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