>>5746903Name: Wizard
Class: Brain
Stats: HP 7/7, Edge 9/9, Move 5, Def 5, Crit 8+
Factors: Cool 1, Sharp 3, Hard 0, Weird 1
Primary Weapon: SMG
Skill: RC Bomb
Cash: $260
Clothes: Lightweight Armor Vest (+1 HP already added, $ deducted)
Assets: Ronin
Heat: 1
Wanted: 1
The Feds were finally on his ass. Either that, or he'd taken entirely too much Ritalin. Better safe than sorry, though, so Wizard took a drill to the hard drives before chucking them into the river and then doused the rest of his setup in gasoline. Watching the fire consume the bungalow from across the road, Wizard took stock of his worldly possessions, which had been reduced to his bike, "The C Programming Language" (stolen from a library), and TM 31-210 (badly photocopied). And his caches, of course. Most of these didn't hold much of value, what with the risk of locals getting at them. Not the Emergency Cache, though. He arrived at the location marked on the crumpled tourist map and struck the motherlode soon after. A MAC 10 with a Sionics suppressor and a bulky laser aiming module, three M67s, and something like a quarter pound of Semtex. There was supposed to be money there, too, if memory served. $50,000 or so. Enough to skip town and then some.
Huh. That definitely didn't look like that much. So maybe $10,000...?
Wizard leaned against his bike after counting and re-counting the clearly much-too-small wad of bills. $500 wasn't close to enough to skip town. Well, shit. Testing the weight of the gun in his hand and feeling the grenades in his jacket pockets, he shrugged. Seemed like it was time to do some *physical* crime, for a change. Wizard wasn't the biggest guy around, nor the most ice-cold triggerman in Heat City, not by a mile. But, surely, at least one crew would appreciate a criminal whose IQ wasn't in the mid-to-low double digits. Right?
Let me know if I fucked anything up. Gonna wait to see if anything needs fixing before doing pre-mission stuff.
