Skeletons in the Closet IC

[Jyssika]

Sam's fears were indeed correct; she didn't have anyway of discretely reading her message.
However, a simple vibration warned her of the return message and Fluff had rambled on
at Sam about her favorite subject to know Sam had no driving experience despite the
number of times Fluff had talked her through it and offered to teach her.

Truth be told at the time Fluff was just enjoying the sensation of being better
at a modern day skill than her would-be mentor. Anyway; she knew her well enough
to reply without needing to read.

<<1BYes2BNo@BookWyrm: Truck should be facing the door; big gun on the front, you know how to pull
a trigger... if you are feeling brave attempt to remember the simple instructions I taught you...>>

She finally speaks up in an attempt to disrupt the awkward silence.
Don't suppose I can order a less painful drink if you are showing the courtesy
to point guns at us? Some of us have hyper-sensitive taste buds...

[Dimers]

<<Domcomm: Grenades are not in my repetoire. Maybe I should expand my skillset. /wry>>

"Empty our pockets. Quaint. Yes, solid information is valuable, though threats don't raise the value." The ork-faced Dominick looks mildly disgusted at the show of force. "Nor would a threat convince us to reveal information we don't have. Of course we were hired by Mr. Johnson, who told us nothing we have not already shared -- that he is not affiliated with the former employer."

Without sudden movements, Dominick gets ready to rise from the table. "No more business to conduct here unless you can give us some indication you know something worth buying."

Dom's heart is racing but he keeps his demeanor calm.

[Delia2531]

Franz calmly sits upright in her chair, both feet firmly flat on the floor, but remains casual. She picks up her glass again and swirls the dregs of beer slowly round the bottom, seemingly fascinated by their movement.

<<C0M1NG4U: let's keep calm folks; Dom's got this. But if it does go down I'll take the one on the left!>>

The ARO on target 3 turns purple with Franz's indication.

[TheDarkDM]

The older orc sucks his teeth as Dom gives his reply, before sighing at Dom's move to leave.

"Have it your way, then."

IN a smooth motion the two seated orcs draw heavy pistols from beneath the table, as their six companions take aim.

Initiative Order

1. ???

[Jyssika]

Say what you want about Fluff;
shes fast... damn fast, yes she
might be a coward... perhaps
even a traitor, but shes a fast one.

She hears the sound of clicking
before she even sees the guns
being raised and dropping her
sniper case on the floor turns
and bolts for the door.

Left something in truck, be safe!

She runs low and hard; her body
bearly a blur... her face is actually
a blue, struggling to maintain her
human form.