Resisting 3L: (Body 5)
9 4 3 3 2
Four successes.
As long as I don't have to listen to that siren, I'm okay. Let's start with the getaway- as soon as we're past the outer gate and onto the streets, I'm going to start ditching the outermost (the most crap-covered) layers of clothes.
It's cold, but I'd rather be cold than stink like drek.
"We need to start looking for a cab or a way to get to my place so we can clean up."
Okay, you climb through the fan port to fall into the small parking lot beyond. there is an old manual paddelock holding the gate closed on the fence. looking at the trail of steaming fecal matter behind you, you can only wonder how this report is going to read.
{the suspects aparently broke in, then after covering themselves in drek, proceded to touch everything, and ran off into the night, went two blocks over, used a payphone, sat on this bench, broke into a department store, and got some new clothes...}