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[kv]

I'll use the Doc's credstick to pay for some real gauze and bandages and ointment on the burn on my hand... maybe something for the bitemarks and stuff.

You spend some quality time in the waiting room of the ER, and several hours later you have some synthskin sprayed on your burns, some stiches in your arm, and a nice bottle of antibiotics that you need to take twice a day for a week inorder to fight the chance of infection.

Two hours in the waiting room: $500
Thirty Minutes talking to a doctor: $1000
Twenty Minutes in line at the pharmacy: $500
Healing Three boxes of Dammage: Priceless

<You are now at LIGHT PHYSICAL WOUND> (only one box)

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
Damn...ok keep my head down and run and zig zag, maybe try to tumble.  Hit the stairs and bolt down, not gonna wait to see if the drone is up or not.
(/OOC)

Doing your best to rember what your Sinsea told you about useing your unarmed combat in a gun fight you try to run in a zig-zag pattern (like in the movies) then it suddenly pops into your head "When Fighting a man with a gun, if you are close enough, take it away, if you aren't, run away as fast as you can." hmm... dosn't help much, but it is good advice. <HIT>
<Resist Dammage (Use all combat Pool)>
<LIGHT PHYSICAL> a bullet grazes your ribs on the left side, and you can see your own blood race toward and hit the wall following the path of the bullet. it's quite painfull. <New Init. Pass> <Turn 10> Your Turn. You are now about 10 yards away from the door leading to the fire escape stairwell.

[kv]

I'll flirt with a pretty female nurse to try and get some sort of hookup at the hospital. If nothing else, I get an LTG number so I can take her out for a drink later.

Other than that, I'll head back to the jazz club, job well done.

You get shot down by the Nurse, (aparently beat up thugs aren't her type) *shrug* go figure. heading back to the jazz club you are greeted with open arms by the owner, (who was able to schedule a pickup of product before you got back), and happly hands you over the record. "Thanks Amigo. Couldn't have done it without you." You are going to have a little bit of time to relax, and you have a couple people buy you an espresso, or gin, or whatever you want.

[kv]

I'll go for the Gin, actually. Hell, I'll try my luck picking up a phone number for a cute elven girl here at the jazz club.

Well, seeing as how you have massive charisma, and are the hero of the hour, sure. you get a phone number. Also, Ruski gets back to you with a home address for Dr. Giggles. it's just south of seattle proper, but not quite in the Tir yet.

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
Ouch.  Ok, keep zig-zagging and bolting to the stairs.  Allocate half my combat pool as a dodge pool.  I'll hold the wound with my hand and keep some pressure on it so I don't leave a tell-tale trail of blood.  Hit the stairs and down to the garage non-stop, then to the car and out.  I'm in pretty good shape, I hope I'm in better shape than they are
(/OOC)

You are lucky that the amount of adrenalin in your system from being shot at helps block out the amount of pain from being shot, feeling your hand grow warm and stickey as the blood seeps through your clothes, and starts to run over your fingers is slightly disconcerting. The next hail of bullets starts tearing up the floor to your left, <You are hit with one sucess> <Use Dodge Pool> <SUCESS!> useing a little bit of kung-fu movie magic, you throw your forward momentum towards the wall, and after takeing a couple of steps up the side pull a tight summersult to land back on the ground on the opposite side of the hail of bullets. dashing to the doors you throw your body weight into the doors and knock them open. standing near the overlook edge of the stairs is one of the gentlemen dressed in all black. he was looking over the edge (probibly for traces of you) and turns arround as you come through the door with a bang. <New Init. Pass> <Pass 11> Your turn.

[mercy]

coverring my mouth so can breath I call opon a hearth spirt to conceal me  from the lone star  then make My way over to the suspply room door asking the hearth spirt to unlock the door
and motioning to the other runners to follow Me

While doing a bad job of breathing through your wadded up shirt and your fingers you are able to concentrate enough to summon your spirit, although it's not much of one. Lucky for you you are already in a good hideing place, and the atmosphere lends to confusion, and helps you hide. on the down side, seeing as how the aura of the place (being inside a building) is hearth, and where the spirit get's it's power from, the people tearing down one of the walls isn't doing much for the power level of your spirit.

sneaking to the back door your hearth spirit is able to unlock it (barely, it's starting to flicker at this point, it dosn't like the situation here) you try to get the runners attention, but they seem distracted, something about lone-star and mini-guns.


ok find what I was sent for and start looking for ways out

The stuff you need is inside the pharmacy, you just opend up the door to normal supplies, nothing but stuffer shack soy-toos in there. the door to the pharmacy is currently exchangeing gunfire with the doorway to the front of the store...

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
Kick him down the stairs and jump over him and run down to the garage.
(/OOC)

<Attack> <three sucesses> Resist Knockdown <FALURE> <SERIOUS WOUND> the runner bumps down the stairs in what looks quite possibly like the least comfortable stair desention that you have ever seen. Jumping over his whimpering form you continue to go down the stairs, jumping from landing to landing as fast as you can.  after about six landings you wish that you weren't so high up in the building. after about eight landings (it's gettting hard to count by this point) you hear sounds of commotion from someone trying to follow you. after what seems an eternity, you are drenched in sweat, your legs are shakeing (the adrenalin must be wearing off, and you can only fall six feet so many times in a row before it starts to hurt a little bit) you finally reach the bottom floor, the parking garage. bursting out into the garage you are happy that you just parked close to the door instead of your assigned parking spot.

[kv]

Thank Ruski for the information, and then try and find out what type of community it is- how much security?

mid to high class surburbia. average security is probibly low, but seeing the buisness this guy was in it could be anywhere, the local PD's responce time is probibly in the 15 minute range.

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
In the car and outta there!
(/OOC)

you jump into your car and gun the enginge, causeing it to roar into life, pealing out of the parking spot backwards you spin the car 180 degrees in an area the size of a parking space, and get the tires to break loose again in the opposite dirrection before jetting off toward the door. a dark van with tinted windows that was idleing in a row next to yours (closer to the service elevator) jumps on it's accelerator and is starting to follow you. you have a good head start however, and are almost in the clear when you notice that the barrer is down on the exit, and the security guard that was board on your way in, is now franticly waveing at your car as you speed toward the exit. all that stands in your way is 120 pounds of neard in a security uniform, and a 2X4 worth of wood in the down possition.

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
Deng it!  Honk at him, and if he doesn't jump out of the way I'll go around him
(/OOC)

Honking dosn't make him do anything but wet his pants. the only other way arround him is up the entrance ramp (as opposed to the exit ramp you were aiming for) <Int check> SUCESS You do notice a nasty one-way spike strip on the entrance route to stop people from doing what you are just right now thinking of doing.

[mercy]

(ooc) how thick is the wall seperating the medical supply room and soy room

Standard plasteel re-enforced dry wall. about 18 CM thick. barrier rateing 10

[kv]

I'll put in another call to Mr. Fix It and tell him I have an idea for a job that's going to have a very high profit potential.

"See, this mad Doctor I whacked? He lives pretty high-class. Got to be some loot around that place. You can find me a boxman and a cat, or you can take care of it yourself, and reward me for the tip. It's been a good night."

MFI's voice comes through on the phone. "I'm not really interested in raiding the dead doctors personal residence, I think we got the best stuff out of his lab, however, I would be happy to introduce you to a boxman, and a cat if you are willing to pay the standard 5K introduction fee for each."

[kv]

"Ooh... that's a little out of my price range. I'm sure it'll be safe until somoene notices he's missing, which could be some time. I'll see if i can put something together on my own."

Hang up, and ask Freddy if he knows anyone who'd be willing to help out on a lifting job I have.

Maybe someone better than I am with lock and safes.

"You Just rescued my only other criminal contact amigo." he pauses thoughtfully "He should be getting out of the hospital in a couple of days though, perhaps he could help you then... he does owe you one."

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
Is the garage big enough for me to drive around a 'lap' ?
(/OOC)

Yes indeed, it's actually a split level garage, with a sub-sub-level parking, and two up and down ramps (one at each end) to access the sub-sub level. (although you should probibly avoid it, it's got rats, and they make all the service people park down there, you've never been.) on the plus side, seeing as how it's mostly empty at this hour, you have only the support collums to navagate between, and your car does have that expencive sport suspension...

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
Ok, kewl!  I'll go around once and come back to give the Security Nerd time to get out of the way.
(/OOC)

Okay, a once arround is long enough for him to regain his sences, he's back in the booth yelling something into his walkie-talkie, <Crash Test> <No Controll Pool> <Light Dammage> you crash through the barrier sustaining only cosmetic dammage to the front of your car as you do so. however, the black van is hot on your tail as you exit onto surface streets.