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GM From a vantage point, a orange mohecan was not hard to find. There it was! Placed on top of shiny head which was, in turn placed on a punks body, full of leather and tattoos and suspicious looking bags of suspicious looking equipment. Getting into a gas guzzling monster truck with huge tires, with a smile on his face, accompanied by a couple of less descript but equally smug henchmen thugs....

GM "Errr...." The cogs of his mind clanked and lumbered painfully. They sounded like they needed oiling, but, alas, there was no oil for stupidity. "Farouk is pretty smart" he explained, although this was a relative statement clearly - indicating that Farouk was of average intelligence or therabouts. "If its a meet like that, he prefers it in public. Like the market in Cairo" he explained. "There is one, tomorrow midday" agreed the Doctor, nodding. He clearly preferred the suggestion of safety this would give. "Very busy" added the Thug. "And nice sweet tea! Just like my grandmother used to make!" he added, the memory soothing the anxiety of his current situation. "I can suggest that?"

GM "I can't reveal my sauces!" ... .... ..... After the tumbleweed had rolled past, Figg had second thoughts about his predicament. "Look, I didn't know it was explosive, right? I mean, it worked when I tried it before! Maybe a little fiery, but it cooked like a charm!" he explained. "I got it from this punk. He said he wanted to see if it worked ok as a cooking fuel. He had a nasty old attitude on him though. Damn him, using me as his guinea pig!" he cursed, giving an massive spit onto the singed grass. "He should be around here, somewhere. Can't miss him. Orange mohecan and orange sunglasses. Looks like a damn idiot if you ask me...."

In case needed Intimidate: 1d20+7 24

Snakebite Cassie had no idea how to unlock a phone, but she pocketed it anyway. They keys might well be handy, but offered no substance right now. She emptied the clips out of the guns and through them into the nearby water. She never approved of guns, or killing, or, for that matter, torture. No matter what the cost. Ritterton was, however, correct. Time was running out for Tate. And a bit of questioning was at least worth a try. She slapped the sleeping man around the face a litle to wake him up. The drug would be playing havoc with his brain, which might give her an edge in getting information, even if that information was corrupted! "Wakey wakey sunshine! We want Tate. Where is he?" it was a blunt and most likely ineffective strategem. But she would sweeten the deal with carrot and stick. "You can tell me now, and Ill pay you well enough to get out of the city and start a new life. Or you can start a new life at the bottom of the sea feeding the fishes..."

Ok, you can make a DC 15 Dex roll to avoid the Car Ram with superior bicycling skills! Or feel free to do something else (like abandon the bicycle with a acrobatic flip or something!) If you do get rammed, its a Damage 5 Effect, so not super serious!

GM "Keep in touch!" said North, as Replica peddled away. The traffic seemed to be getting worse than the minute. And with such frustrations, Replica even saw a few scuffles and fights break out. The police and emergency services were having the devil of a time; for no flashing lights would help in a situation like this. She even saw some paramedics running the street carrying a stretcher, desperation giving rise to out of the box thinking! She was half a block away full of furious biking when North called. "Heads up, Replica! We think we have isolated one of the problems. Its a coordinated attack, but key factor is hacking of autonomous self-driving cars! be alert for..." He didn't finish his sentence, or rather Replica was interrupted in listening to it. A crunch, a crash, and one of those experimental Doodle cars was driving over rooftops, to the sound of shattering glass and screams. And then, with a furious, engine-breaking burst of speed, trying to ram Replica and her bicycle!

GM The crowds parted like butter spread thinly on a hot anvil. Such was the effect of explosions. There were several people singed, and some badly. Sam Pepper started applying some first aid; part of WEST field training. The call to emergency services had already been made, and thanks to WEST's pre-warning, were not far out. Fortunately, Gossamer could see even with her basic first aid training that nobody had, fortunately been seriously hurt. The nearest person was Big Figg, who was patting out fires on his body through gritted teeth. He was made of strong stuff, Big Figg. "Wow! What the hell was that?" said Vernon Salt, actually taking a moment to relish in Big Figg's calamity. For the explosion had originated from his collection of spices, herbs, and various accondimants. "Whatever it was, its dangerous..." muttered Sam Pepper loudly and redundantly.

Know CIvics: 1d20+16 21

GM "By Mohammed's Beard, I will not do what you say!" he started, as his spinal cord did the work. Then, his frontal cortex hit the override switch as it did the more complicated work of balancing risks and rewards and listened carefully to his amygdala which was busy pumping out adrenaline. "Very well, I shall do ask you ask!" he added, trying to look noble and dignified in the face of all evidence to the contrary. "Please do not fire at my brain!" he whispered as an afterthought, although one would imagine it was not an exceptionally large target. "What do you want me to say?"

GM "Wha..wha...Britney I love you, hit me one more time!" mumbled the happily dreaming thug in that sweet few seconds before pleasant dreams slipped into hard reality. "Wait...where am I? Who are you?" he gasped. "Where's Farouk? Wait! I remember you! You punched me!" he complained. With increasing consciousness, a brief sense of bravado and limited guile crept in. Limited, it must be said. Farouk gathered his henchmen for their strength of body, not strength of mind. "By Allah! You shall not hear a word from me what do you want I'll do anything dont hit me!" he gasped, his bravado failing as soon as it started.

GM "Yeah! Errr....No! I mean yeah!" said the Pirate, completely uncertain. Around him, horns started blaring and sirens started wailing. "I mean...I didn't think it would get this bad..." he mumbled, ashamedly. "Look, I was given the app by some dark web hacker called Motherboard. Russian, I think...." he added even more ashamedly. "All for anarchy and freedom, they said!" North approached looking even more concerned. "I am getting reports in from the city. Its all coming to a standstill. But even more worrying, the epicentre is around a transport of a sample of Darwin-X under high security...." Darwin-X, the Russian Virus created by Doctor Zero, a weapon that killed over ninety percent of its victims and mutated the rest, often in unpleasant ways. Vanguard, in the UK had spent the last couple of years trying to track down the samples that escaped the fall of the USSR. A few precious samples had ended up in Freedom City for study. "Yeah, that falls under W.E.S.T. too" he explained to Replica. "And I don't think this is a coincidence. This is engineered. And with the city seizing up, I can't call in any experts either..."

Hope it went well!

GM Buzzy Buzzing Buzz, went the bees as the flowed into the Chocolate factory and flew this way and that, into every nook and cranny. Thanks to their small size and being robots (as opposed to the live version) they were careful enough not to be noticed. They swarmed above the various officials in their overalls. The robo-bees did not have olfactory senses, of course. What smells they might have encountered! The place was clearly alive with the noble art of choclate making, of every flavour and type. Bags of Hazelnuts in one vat, then careful titration vanilla extract in another. But Tabitha, it seems, liked the purest, darkest chocholate there was. For in the "Ultra-dark 99%" section of the factory the foreman was going over the figures with an underling. "I don't get it! Is there a malfunction in the vat? We are down 17% production!" From the size of the vat, that was a very great amount of chocolate indeed.

Fascimile - 2 HP Beekeeper - 3 HP Pixie - Fatigued Grumpy - Unharmed

Even with 30, I realise you cant beat the morph (its really their main power - so that its more a psychological game!) Nevertheless, the search can reveal some clues and will appear IC!

Im not sure its strictly necessary but in case you need it: Search bodies for clues: 1d20+7 17

Snakebite A quick spin of her gun and it was back in the hoslter under her jacket. "These guys weren't your average street thugs" she said. "Ex-military, maybe. Hired for their brawn rather than their brains, I am guessing. Still, they certainly knew Tate. Or knew of him..." She pulled them both to one side of the almost abandoned road, out of view. "Lets have a look. See if they have anything on them. Care to give me a hand?" she asked Ritterton as she set about searching the two bodies for clues...

COuld you throw me a notice check to beat the morph?

GM "Ow! Get off!" It was a close thing, but just as the "Irate Pirate" had got his lock undone, and started to pedal, Replica's hand clasped around his own. He tried to shake it off, but Replica's strength gave her grip and iron lock. "Who are you? Let me go! I didn't do it! I mean, I didn't do nothing! I mean...errr....." he shouted, wondering what to say. His panic, had, however, overwhelmed all judgement. "I didn't do what I don't know anything about!" he concluded, a jabbering mess of clear guilt if ever one could see one. "So let me go! ASSAULT! ASSAULT!" he screamed. This might have attracted more attention on a day when traffic was normal. Today, however, everyone generally had bigger fish to dry. Still, a few concerned glances were thrown the way of Replica.... Doctor North and Simmons, for their part, half fell out of the car, quite shaken up by the experience (although quite impressed!)

GM "Hmph" replied Grumpy. "ME supooooose...." he conceded, although he looked displeased with that conclusion. Grumpy about it, one might say. "You help me so far, so me do what you say. For now. But me can feel KEY getting more DESPERATE!" he warned. "KEY get more POWERFUL. And remember KEY can unlock ANYTHING!" Even Grumpy looked a bit unhappy about this. Scared, even. "And some things shouldn't be unlocked...." he actually shuddered, and his voice grew soft like a whisper.

GM "Me?" replied Sin, innocuous. It was hardly that he was playing innocent; for no cunning would obscure his crimes. But he was oozing confidence, his pulse alive with the beat of plans within plans within plans. "I was merely aiding the Duke here in his research. Cloning, particularly. He has a particular gift, and we came to a mutually agreeable conclusion" he smiled. "I'm innocent!" called out the Duke. "I just wanted to not-die!" he explained. "I can clone my body over and over again. An immortaility of sorts. But every time it...looses something. Every time the connection between brain and body seemed to be more dull. Slower. I was missing, for lack of a better word, vitality. Doctor Sin showed me how to rejunvinate the process with your lady-friends coccoon!"

GM "Hey, why are you looking at me?" he asked, befuddled. "I just do physics. And a bit of designing bleeding edge daka based weaponry" he conceded. "The best I know about all of this is watching a few James Bond films". Nevertheless, he did ponder the matter. "If you can't enter the Crocodile, maybe you can get him to leave?" he asked. "Set up a trap. A sting?"

Echohead "Oh dear! Fuh-fuh-fiddlesticks!" babbled Echohead, not knowing what to do. He waved his pistol around rather aimlessly, trying to figure out a plan of action. Then he realised. No action was the worst plan. Do something! Or Get Eaten! Put in bold terms like that, he was galvinised. The beast seems nearly mindless! If that's so, I don't need to do much to make it completely mindless! Reaching out through the air with his remarkable mutant brain, he started plucking away at the beasts mental process, although - truth be known - he was rather afraid of what he might find!

Ok, so Echohead will keep cover, and lets try a drain INT on the beast from beyond! Thats a DC 20 Will, DRAIN INT effect (with Slow Fade 1) I am happy to take some psychic feedback horror effect as a complication if it is Lovecraftian!