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[Ingo Monk]

I try to find something that looks like it's made of thick metal or steel or something to hide under while I look for a viable escape route.

Nothing thicker than a carbon fiber hood is anyware nearbye.. and judging by the bullet looking holes punched through it an many places, you are guessing that it won't help much... perhaps you should have joined a car club that raced heavy old metal cars instead of the light fast cars you ended up getting into... it looks like anyone that runs away is getting cut down, but standing arround seems to be a more 'delaying the inevatable' than a 'getting away clean' plan... there's a group of people near something by the edge of the parking lot though they seem less panicked than some others...

[kv]

I'll call for people to help with the manhole cover- if we don't get this thing up, I doubt very many people are going to make it out of here alive- and I plan on being part of that group, whether a majority or a minority.

Okay, finally someone thinks to get a lugwrench and use it to get some leverage to get up the manhole cover... it is taking several people, yourself included, but you are (slowly) getting it up.

[kv]

Well, I'll encourage them to hurry- it's not going to take too long before the helicopters wonder why everyone is over here in a football huddle and decide to blitz us.

There are still a fair number of people making a B-line for the exits... and getting cut to ribons in the process. you'll have a good 20 seconds or so before they get arround to the people who are just hiding.... you'd guess.

[mercy]

crawl for nearest sewer hole

You roll over, throw up, and crawl allong the gutter untill you reach a storm drain. lucky for you all that blood all over your body makes it easy for you to slide into it and fall the 10' into a filthy pile of refuse.
<Resist 4L from falling>

[kv]

I'll keep working on lifting the cover, but I want to look around and see what the helicopters are doing... I'd rather see it coming, if I have to die at all...

Their Fire is concentrated in an outward arc... getting all the people trying to get away, they are for the most part ignoring the people who stay where they are, hiding under stuff, and crying in fear. they do however take some exceptions... like anyone who bothers to shoot back. they get taken out at an even higher priority.

[kv]

I'll keep working on the cover- once we get it lifted, I'll start telling people, but there's no reason to get a mob rearing to use the exit just yet.

You open the cover and the smell of methane is almost instantly overwhelming. you also notice something skitter-splash out of the cresent of moonlight that is illuminated on the river of filth below. everyone takes a step back.

[Ingo Monk]

Ok, I'll go to the edge of the parking lot.  I won't flat out run though, seems that everyone who runs gets turned into swiss cheese.

Alright. on your way there, you notice a large-ish group of people working on an escape route through the sewer system. the ringleader is a tall black elf that you don't reconize from the car club, many of the other people you do reconize though.

[mercy]

ok  5 4 8 (8 dice from combat pool )5 3 4 2 2 5 3 1

Okay, you don't Die, but you do throw up as you land in what can only be a large soft pile of raw sewage. Lucky for you it's mostly slime from the street, but with the snowfall instead of rainfall, it's really cold, and not very watered down. you also find a tire iron that's nearly rusted in two. you pull it out of your ribs before standing up and looking arround. it's a tight sewer tunel you didn't spend much time in the sewers as a kid on the streets, too many rats. like that big one right there. but seeing as how you lost so many neil the orc barbarian action figures down manhole covers, you would have thought that you could have gone down to get them back. oh well. you'll save the childhood memories for later. right now you have the once removed sound of gunfire and screams, peppered with the ocasional explosion from above, and a splitting headache. you are glad that most of your hemoraging is internal, because you'd hate to have an open wound in this place.

[kv]

I'll wrap part of my shirt around my face and dive in... better stink than death. Although it occurs to me that some of these breeders are going to need light once we get down there.

Okay, it's been a long time... like a week, sence you went crawling through the sewers. (that's the last time you believe some punk kids that say that they lost their neil the orc barbarian autographed baseball down the sewer...) but even with the feeling of human filth compleatly saturating your shoes you can't help but feel a little safer. oh, you also see your doctor friend, covered in drek and blood several feet down the sewer pipe. there are rats, flys, and drek all arround. the pipe goes north and south.

[kv]

I'll head toward my doc friend... especially if he's worse for wear.

"Chummer, I saw shooting, but what the frag happened to you?"

Several other people from up top follow you down once they see you don't immediatly die.

[kv]

I'll ask around and find out if anyone knows where this sewere pipe leads... and if we should head north or south. I'll also look around and see if the model I was busy with earlier made it into the group of us going to make it out of here alive.

Most people are still shakily looking up at the sky through the manhole cover... probibly trying to figure out if it's better to be down here rather than out there... but you don't see anyone climbing back out... you also don't see the model you were with earlyer, and everyone gives you a slightly disguested dumb look when you ask for dirrections... they apear to be underwhelmed that their 'fearless leader' aparently didn't have a well thought out plan before he climed into the sewers...

[Ingo Monk]

I'll follow the group into the murky depths of filth.

You think to yourself: (What a perfect end to my day... how COULD it get ANY better? and then you are knee deep in (meta)human waste, and that's about where you imagination runs out.

[kv]

Okay, north it is.

I'll give Sam a hand, because he looks fragged all ways till Sunday, and let's get this group moving.

Okay, you make it about 200 yards through the murkie darkness (you are very apriceative of your lowlight vision at this point) before the moonlight providing the only illumination through gutter trophs and sewer grates is reduced to a point that even you are having difficulty seeing. also, you hear something with claws following you, but you can't pinpoint it's location.

[mercy]

reaching in my bag I hand jazz a falshlight was a little woozy seemms that had mages just waiting for someone to try to stop them

[kv]

"They were prepared. I don't even know why they attacked that place, but they were doing a thourough job cleaning it out."

I'll take the flashlight from Sam, and try and get a hold of his gun, too.
I never did get a chance to pick one up.