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[Fniff]

(The guys who he is stalking.)

[Little]

Player: Little
Name: Amber

Background: A vagrant who decided that legality, prudence, and safety were disposable. She lived in Europe for a few years, although 'lived in' is the wrong impression, as that implies a house. Slumming or squatting in Europe would be a much better way of putting it, committing small crimes to pay for food and heating while committing larger crimes for the hell of it. Murder, arson, armed robbery, there's probably a warrant for it somewhere. After lighting a section of the Louvre on fire in order to distract law enforcement from catching the getaway car, she decided it was time to head out before the police caught up to her. A year or two in the rougher parts of Central and South America were no doubt fun, but now she needs a fresh start again. A large, anonymous, city seems like a good enough starting point.

Traits:
Agility
Dexterity

Combat Skills:
Close Combat
Stealth
Mobility(2)

Non-Combat Skills:
Interrogation

Weapon:
Sawed off shotgun

[Luke_Prowler]

(HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE LITTLE!)

"Gladly" Luke replied to Sam, giving Simmura a smile and a nod before heading out.

The streets were rather easy to navigate, as the place had mostly cleared thanks to Johnny's 'antics'. Luke managed keep a look of clam as he lead the other two (and one hanger on) to another bar. With perfect timing too, as an ambulance (and a squad car, as Luke expected) zoom past them and parked on the curb next to the pub they had left moments ago. A tweak of a smile crept on the merc's face, a job well done.

"So I hope you guys like music, this place is a little more lively than some dive"

[Little]

Amber strolls into the bar, irritated and tapping her fingers against her black leather jacket. The comforting weight of her sawed-off shotgun resting against her stomach was nice, but she was out of smokes. Another fruitless check of her pockets in her badly torn jeans, no lonely cigarettes squirrelled away in either of her combat boots. She had three dollars in change in one of her pockets, but that doesn't even buy you a pack these days. God, she despised how expensive everything in this country was! Still, it was way easier to steal things here...

She walks up to Luke, all smiles as she scans for pockets with wallet shaped bulges in them, "Hi! Could I bum one off of you?"

[Luke_Prowler]

Luke easily finds the place he was looking for, and as promised was much more festive than the gloomy pub of before. It was, coincidentally, the same one Amber was in. Sadly for her, the wallet shaped bulge in Luke's pocket was accompanied by a chain shaped bulge. This mark was a very paranoid person. "Hmm? Oh, sure" Luke said as he pulled two dollars  from out of a coat pocket and handed them over. "I'd tell you to spend it wisely, but I know you won't"

[Little]

Amber plucks the two dollars out of Luke's hand and expertly makes them disappear into a hidden pocket. She taps her foot, smiling.

"Thanks, but I meant cigarettes. Do you have any?"

[Luke_Prowler]

Luke frowned that he had his money swiped before he was corrected. No matter "I don't smoke" He said bluntly

[Little]

"A drink for a fine lady down on her luck, then?"

Amber grins.

[Simmura McCrea]

"You two know each other, I take it? Name's Simmura, miss. Looks like it's four fer the drinking tonight." Simmura headed to the bar, ordering 4 beers and bringing them back to the table. "Here's yer canoe sex. This round's on me."

[Luke_Prowler]

Luke frowned at Amber's attempt to bleed his wallet, although he tried his best to hide it. Fortunately Simmura was there to save the day. He raise his drink to him and opened his beer with a quick twist.

Now that he mentioned it, there was something about the freeloader that was familiar ,and yet he could not put his finger on it. Like trying to find that last step of the stairs in pitch black. Eventually he just shrugged. "Never seen her before" He said before taking a swing.

[Little]

Amber smiles and twists off the cap. A mock half-salute with the bottle towards Simmura, then two long swallows on the bottle.

"Thanks for the drink, stranger."

[Archangel]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Player: Archangel
Name: "Archangel", AKA "Angel" & "Hunter"

Trait: Intelligence

Weapon class: Heavy Weapons

Combat Skills: Demolitions
                 Parachuting
            Water Operations
Non Combat skills: Explosives Manufacturing
                   Ammunition Manufacturing

Weapons: Civilian Shotgun
          Combat Knife
          Light Kevlar Vest

Background: Unknown other than that he is Australian and an ex-soldier.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town...
A tall, muscular, shaven headed man in a leather jacket, black cargo pants, and a pair of combat boots is strolling through an alley. A shabby figure lurches forward and threatens him with a knife and yells "Gimme your wallet, now!"
The man smoothly and almost casually sidesteps the knife and flattens the mugger. He disarms his assailant and rams the blade into a wall. "You picked the wrong man to mess with mate. Piss off."
Archangel wanders along as the other man gets to his feet and runs away.

[Strife26]

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[Ahra]

"hello officers may i help you?"

[Simmura McCrea]

"Ye know, miss, ye still havnae telt us yer name. Ye ken mine, an' I ken theirs, but naebody kens yers. Some'd call that impolite."