Seems like our only option is to cut southwest across the plaza. The helicopter will likely notice us, but if we delay for too long, the police will close in on us anyway.
(6)
You don't know how, or why, but you thank your lucky stars that the helicopter decides to pass you by. It flies directly overhead, but the terrible glow of the spotlight misses you and instead focuses on a group trashing a car. As you watch, the spotlight passes over them once, twice, three times, then hones in; the gangsters try to run, but soon one of them is on the ground, convulsing, the victim of an unseen attacker. Another collapses, and another, until the entire group is down.
So the chopper is a sniper vehicle, loaded with taser rounds. The hoodlums are strewn around the car they'd been terrorizing, seizing and screaming in pain; they'll likely be that way all night, until the police pick them up and take them back to the station.
Something very unusual is going on if the cops are aiming to capture. The thought quickly leaves your mind, however; you're not in the clear yet, and the motives of police are often alien to you and your brethren anyways.
This turn action: Look out for ambushes, snipers, or other not-so-noticeable threats, and alert my partners & the driver of their existence/location.
(3)
As you roll into one of the slum's many openings, it's hard to see any threats. The scum here doesn't necessarily support your cause, and there's no way of knowing if somebody is a friend or foe until it's too late.
The slum is like a living being of its own, a parasite on the underbelly of the city. Constantly being rebuilt and rearranged, expanding and contracting as it breathes in the unfortunate and breathes out criminals, it's likely no safer than the situation you just left behind.
The road you are on meanders around, taking you through many twists and turns, looping back on itself to form messy tangles of intersections until all of you are thoroughly lost. No real maps of the slums exist; your driver has a hand-made map on his cell phone that is most likely out of date. Case in point: the path you are on ends abruptly. People have erected their own row of shanty houses, right in the middle of what had once been a foot path. There's still space for pedestrians to go through, but you won't be taking the van.
The driver turns back, panic evident on his face.
"This path used to go straight to where you guys are going. It was clear just the other day."
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Topic: Roll To Protect: The Neighborhood (Read 15324 times)