>>5575536>3 AP: React to whatever is seen (assist father / hide / flee / go back inside and try to (delicately) fix the terminal)-Breathlessly, you attempt to articulate what you just experienced to your father-
-For his part, he endeavors to maintain a neutral expression, though the news that the visual hallucinations dogging you persist etch minor creases of concern into his face-
-Sebastian shakes his head, dispelling the traces of worry fermenting upon his expression.-
Stepping out into the street in front of you, the old man flashes a trusting smile, then asks-
Sebastian: “I-I see. Well, what do you suppose that this indicates? That the seizure you suffered earlier and this star-spangled aberration are linked somehow?”
-As you begin to digest that query and internally postulate upon possibilities, something rattles the edge of your awareness-
-Several engines sparking to life nearby, revving with irrepressible anticipation of motion -
-With a discordant motorized roar and the squeal of rubber on tarmac, several blurs whizz around the corner to the north and bear down upon Sebastian.
=Agility Test=
=DC: 16 vs 3d6+(Sha/2)+Ap=
=16 vs 15+2+2=
=Success=
-With bare milliseconds to spare, you lunge forward and drag Sebastian back onto the curb, narrowly evading a collision as a gang of motorbike-mounted hoodlums streak past at dangerously reckless speeds-
-As they vanish down 17th street, they flash obscene gestures, hoot, and rowdily jeer at the pair of you-
