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The smallest woman, probably not older than you more than 5 years, let's go of the cart. Her blonde, curly locks fall down her back, as she clutches her machine pistol and shivers as well. “Oooh boy. Sure do love when they spontaneously make us dive down there. And because some old project kicks again, really? Why would they send me of all people, also? Not like am used to actual live ammo.” she says in a fluent English, her accent similar to Jaq’s as well.
“Not SOME project.” The middle one, in probably her mid-thirties and with a light-brown comb states flatly, pointing a pen accusatively at the blonde. In her free, black gloved hand, instead of the gun is a paperclip. “THE project. The one your papa probably sent you in desperation, and upon which you and his wealth hangs. Be glad something happened those few days ago... What were you doing during the brief?”
“Was told to push cart. So I did.” The, probably American, blonde shrugs. “And you really should have warned me before you fiddled with that generator. Live ammo’s no joke, and that fizzle scared me shitless.”
Humming to herself, the brunette marks something in her documents. “Always forget you wayward scions always get the janitor jobs. But no matter, our job is done as far as it could be, so we can deliver those recordings back to the boss and arms to the inner barracks, then you are free to do whatever. Now, repeat, please.”
Scoffing, the ‘scion’ waves her away. “As if.” Afterwards the conversation becomes more lighthearted, as they converse in the mist, seemingly uncaring about previous slights. The third, largest one put her helmet back on, and said nothing at all. Worryingly, the mist doesn’t seem to fade still, and you don’t have the privilege of a heated suit. Worst still, in a passing comment the more reliable brunette mentioned there are five of them in total.
As you hide in your cover, Don’s sleek ‘fur’ grazes your leg as They clearly head elsewhere in the fog.
But there is one thing that casts stones upon your heart – Seo-young. What If this cold fog surrounds the Bunker, how does she fare? She’s no better dressed than you!
What should you do? Safety, speed, information?
> [C] Hide in the fog and sneak past them to the bunker. (DC:35)
> Hide in the fog and sneak to the cart to steal a cassette, then go to the bunker. (DC:50)
> Hide in the fog and sneak to the cart to steal a weapon. Fight them right here. (4d100, 1DC:60; 3DC:55)!!!
> Try to get close and steal from the cart by pretending to be a lost ‘Doll’. (DC:50+(100-RES(56))=94)
> Stay hidden and eavesdrop until they all are gone. Maybe they will reveal more? (1d100) [RES-1]
> Follow The Cat... Wherever They may lead. [RES???]
> Too risky. Retreat somewhere else. (Where?) [RES-0/1]
> [Aby] Lob The Don at them. Take what you can then scamper back to the Bunker. [RES-3]
> [Aki] Why pretend~? You are but a lost Doll, seeking your savior! ...and the cart’s cargo, of course. [RES-5]
> Write In! 1d100 [RES-0/1]
