CHAPTER 3C (Rex): ARMISTICE OF DOOM!

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"Weapons will not be necessary, also, quite rude." The voice huffs as your gun tears out of your coat and across the back of the limo, slapping against the opposite door.

The face looking back at you is one instantly recognizable. Weathered by time, perhaps, but eyes betraying a fierce intelligence and sharpness that immediately grabs your attention.



"I believe you have become embroiled in a dangerous matter, young man."

[yendor]

Sticks a hand through the now ruined pocket after getting in and shutting the door. "And I believe you owe me a new pocket, Mr. Tesla." Humphs, then with a bit of a smile, reaches into his shirt pocket, slips out the patents he acquired earlier. "And these are yours."

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Tesla quickly examines the plans. "Quickly, describe the men who took the plans."

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Rex pauses, mentally digging through his filing system, finding the image, lays out every detail he can recall, down to how they smelled, how clean their clothes were, etc.[rand=219493231132194885612559477126329816910808057595003708974559826328]

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Tesla listened intently. "Then we haven't a moment to lose. To the memorial service we must go. World Peace is at stake."

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"World peace is always at stake, Mr. Tesla. But since we have time before the memorial service, your patents are a touch above me. Not by much, I follow the electronics, but the mechanics escape me."

[doc]

"You follow the electronics? Impressive. It appears there's at least one man of capability left in this world." Tesla comments. "it's a patent on my electromagnetic Seismokinetic redistributor."

[yendor]

[dice=100] Advanced Mechanics
[dice=100] Advanced Electronics

"Does it create or rechannel the energy from seismic disturbances into another target?"[rand=6159829568698442355732177407905536779522154674286416266792456133]

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"The latter is correct." Tesla responds. He taps his cane on the roof of the car, signaling the driver to stop. "Let us be off then." He pulls his coat in closer to himself and trembles slightly, the weight of his years showing.

[yendor]

Rex gets out first, holding the door open for Tesla. "Hmm...have you thought about a mechanized polio brace, to help with your mobility I mean."

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Tesla raises an eyebrow. "Interesting thought - it was what first lead me to the redistributor. Now, be watchful, young man."

There was a crowd assembled in the street from many walks of life, but most of all, you could see the widows and still-grieving mothers present - as though some words from some public figure or veteran could reduce their grief even one iota would be worth standing in a New York street in mid-November.

[yendor]

[dice=20+14] Perception
[dice=100] Detect Ambush (91%)
[dice=100] Detect Concealment (86%)
[dice=100] Investigation (86%)

"I always am Mr. Tesla. For instance, the lad in the well worn outfit? He's avoiding the widows and children, but that deft hand isn't sparing anyone who isn't, law enforcement excluded. And not all of them are just grieving, I can see anger in some of those eyes," says Rex, only helping Mr. Tesla if asked, knowing of his eccentric nature.[rand=6480028767624882106147534396054730670010259047164624411719283684707]

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Rex can see 7 men out of place forming a equidistant perimeter, they seem to each have a package wrapped in cheap brown paper.

Tesla taps his cane on the ground, the handle begins glowing.

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"Excuse me, Mr. Tesla. I do hate to distract you from what you're doing." Leans in just a little and lays out a mathematical formula, designed to pinpoint each man, trusting Tesla to get the message.

"I do wish your car had not eaten that Colt." Despite the rising tensions, chuckled. "Car eating a colt."

[doc]

Tesla nods and directs you to one man while he makes his way towards another.