CHAPTER 3C (Rex): ARMISTICE OF DOOM!

[yendor]

Putting on his best mourner's look, not too much to overdo it, makes his way through the crowd. As he does so, keeps his attention on the person nearest the target, so as not to alert him, pausing to give widows and mothers condolences on their loss, disguising his progress.

[doc]

Rex can see the man - a tall, broad fellow in a long coat. The coat has a suspicious bulge all too familiar to Rex - he's armed.

[yendor]

A quiet sigh, not liking where this is going to go, gets close to the armed man, intent on grabbing him by the pressure point in his hand to keep subduing him low key.

[dice=100] Conceal Illegal Move 106%
[dice=20+10] Crush/Squeeze Soft Parts (+5 to strike normally, an additional +5 for grappling)

Crush/Squeeze Soft Parts! (Called shot to grab a soft part, usually the groin, nose or throat, success means he can lead the victim around by the hold, reducing all combat bonuses by half and attacks per melee reduced to two, usually spent trying to break free. Roll to break free, 13 or higher, but takes 2D6 damage to the area formerly held)[rand=22126331126790819838579963310211143319473276486653560183321107]

[doc]

[dice=20+4]

The broad man winces as you grab him. "What's the big idea?" He hisses out.[rand=4864683879779541367977736542654288390843031632447480681037317051]

[yendor]

"The deal, sir, and I use that term to be polite, is I know you're armed. Keep the other hand away from your coat, if you would. I'll ask kindly, but keep in mind, this grip, I can break your hand. Why're you here?"

[doc]

"You a copper? You can't make me talk." The man replies.

[yendor]

"If I was a copper, I'd have clubbed you over the head. Nor could I do this," applying pressure to the man's hand. "Please do talk, as I really hate breaking hands. Tends to ruin your chances to make a living."

[doc]

The Big man winces and mewls. "To hell with this. Four hundred ain't worth this. I got asked to stand here and then open this box when the speeches started."

Rex, you start hearing shouts from the crowd.

[yendor]

'The Colonel would tan my hide about zeroing in on a target..' thinks Rex, letting go only to grab the box from him, then trying to see what's going on in the crowd.

[dice=20+14] Perception[rand=5475801428047206153908357213661145582917857578118852775490262732]

[doc]

Rex wades in as the crowd disperses along a center point.

That centerpoint is Tesla, whom has driven his cane into the ground. Sparks are shooting out from it like the coils that bear his name, and boxes similar to the one you grabbed are flying towards him on electric arcs. There is a sheen of sweat on Tesla's face as the sparks fly out and the crowd flees in panic.

[yendor]

Package in hand, hurries to Tesla, doing his best to move through the fleeing crowd, already piecing together from the sweat on his face that it's a tiring effort.

[doc]

Tesla removes his staff from the ground, causing the boxes to fall. "Gather them quick and to the car. Do not open them. Make haste." Tesla's voice is barely above a whisper.

[yendor]

"You're lucky Mr. Tesla I respect your mind," an attempt at humor to break the tension, and to distract Tesla from the drain he just put his body through, does exactly as asked, gathering up the packages and depositing them in the car [Spd 14, but he's trying]

[doc]

The two of you manage to get all the boxes into the car as the driver heads off. Tesla pants as he leans forward on the cane. "I fear time is degrading my capacity for such activity." He reaches into pocket and unwraps a square bit of paper, revealing a trio of crackers which he then downs. "Tell me, Young man, what is your story?"

[yendor]

"The true story of how I became who I am? That's a long, long tale Mr. Tesla. If we have the time before we're needed again, for you, I'll tell it."