"House three seems clear. House four has four people in it, fittingly. Oh, and a dog. Whoever enters that house tell me what breed it is."
Proceed to silently inspect the next houses as well.
Nah, it's only +3. Not that it really makes anything better for anyone.
((Ah, so only half the city will melt in technomagical fire, gotcha.))
House number five seems to hold couple of people on horizontal position. They aren't moving, and if infrared through windows tells you anything reliable, they are also cold. Same's true with #6.
Wave and walk over and ask if they know anything about the house
Ho, a speech roll!
[Cha: 1-1] "Well holla th're handsome! Prepareth thy bodies f'r thr'rough questioning, f'r mine own palmy lance thirsts f'r toucheth of human corse!"
You proceed to display manner of questioning you refer to by violent hip thrusting and vulgar gestures. For some reason they do not appear very forthcoming. Door stays firmly shut. These people must greatly distrust outsiders.
[Mind: 1] Then you black out.
"Fuck it, I need a smoke."
Smoke a bluesmoke. Think about the situation.
You take off your helmet, ignite the smoke and inhale deeply.
[Intu: 2+1+1] Well, you muse exhaling blue fumes calmly, the situation doesn't seem promising. Party is splitting and the enemy is aware of your presence. Clearly he must be aware of laser fence too, there's no way person of that calibre haven't noticed those. If anything, he got escape plan ready and is currently adjusting it to fit your capacity. For example, he could already be at edge of the fence, ready to bolt out when opportunity opens. You turn around and glance the sheds in north by laser fence where Steve Saint is standing by. With some preparation those could be nice spot to hide in. Then again there are more sheds in southern side if you recall the map, trees and a lot of empty grass fields around. If anything, he won't be sitting in middle of the village.
Yep, people are gonna die soon.
Knock on house fours door, calmly explain that there is a current public health risk of lice and small parasites, and for people to please check their shirts and clothing for it.
You knock the door politely enough to elict response. A woman opens the door.
[Cha: 3-2] "Parasite!", you scream and proceed to rip her shirt off.
[Str: 2+1] You grip her shirt before she can react and try to rip it. Unfortunately for you her shirt is stronger than your muscles, but it also feels like normal cloth. Then she starts screaming.
Sir Jackson continues his steady burglar activities by breaking door of house #1 and stepping inside.