Rolled 1, 3, 7, 6 = 17 (4d10)
>>5750187>Move W, NW, NW, N>Try to distract/seduce the guards (+5 Cool)>Order my guys to bring down the guards (+4 Hard)>Mask Up>Step Out North, Fire the shotgun point blank at the guard to my NW (-1 Edge)Name: Strings
Type: Thug
Stats: HP 12/12, Edge 5/6, Move 5-1, Defence 12+, Crit on 10
Factors: Hard 4, Cool 4+2, Sharp 0, Move 5-1
Weapons: Pistol (Range 10, Damage 2, Ammo 2/12), Fists (Melee, Damage 2, Crit on 9), Shotgun (Range 10, Damage 4, Ammo 3/8, breach)
Special Talents: Pack Alpha, Lena's Confidant, White Lightning 1/1
Clothes: Serious Armor
Gear: First Aid Kit (4/4).
Cash: $71821
Assets: Mastadon 2/2/6 (All upgrades). Red Dress (Stylish clothes). Two Piece Suit. Tight fitting dress shirt (Stylish clothes.), Greendisk, Gang: Grunts +2 Hard +1 Cool (Aggression), Chinese Clothes (Stylish clothing), Zero 3/4/1 (All Upgrades)
A charming blonde woman in a business suit, somehow covering military-grade ballistic plate, and carrying a small satchel starts sauntering toward a pair of bored-looking guards. Her face is masked in a warm, almost ditzy grin as she has a folder of papers with her and addresses the men.
"I'm like, the new hire!"
Her voice is high pitched and peepy, the woman had always heard Blondes had all the fun and she hadn't changed her hair in a while.
"My name's Sarah with an H hehe and it's so nice to meet you, I'm supposed to talk to John for orientation I have it written right here."
Strings reaches for her folder before giving her goons a signal with her look, Suddenly papers spill all over the floor and she shouts in panic before bending over overtly, giving the men an ample look down her shirt before reaching towards her neck.
She starts coughing, pulling out a scarf hidden within her collar which covers her face before pulling a shotgun out of her satchel and firing it at the guard from point-blank range.
