Hmm. Reasonable of them.
Resume patrol for criminality.
"They're all gone. For now."
Delve deeper into the city, Revolver drawn.
"Well now. That's unusual."
Stacy pirouettes over to the fruit stand, settling near May.
"Did I miss something important, miss? Is anybody dead?"
Follow May for now!
The vice squad and captain dance wander their way deeper into the township, staying vaguely on their preplanned route. The route follows the well worn streets away from small stalls and buildings into a district of large shops, boarding houses, and what you're pretty sure is a brothel. The people here seem less afraid of you; they don't run, at worst they sort of fade into the crowd or casually duck into an alley. For the most part, no one even seems to notice you.
remove the condom from Grate's head, discard it.
Follow Grate
"Learn."
as we pass the gate to the town, stop and Hand whichever HMRC member is at the gate Feyri's uniform. take the time to re-fold it first, to remove the wrinkles from carrying it around with me for all this time.
EDIT2:
As we move, look around to see how much the two of us stand out, and why. what people's reactions to us are, and if anyone else our size is moving about, and what they're doing. look down if anyone tries to make eye contact with me of course.
All three actions remain unchanged.
((Did you mean May's display of power? Faith is the Ironic Owl.))
Message Miss Feyri:
Dear Miss Feyri,
I think Miss Faith has gone insane.
Sincerely,
Grate.
Remove condom from head with Lyra's help, discard it. Head into town, looking around to see what it's like.
Even without the condom on your head -how are you gonna stay safe now?!-you draw attention. I mean, you're a pair of midgets, one of you dressed in a police uniform and the other in a space suit. Or maybe both of you are in space suits. Honestly, I kinda lost track of if you paranoids ever put one on. But regardless, you're midgets in strange attire, wandering the streets in the early evening. You look like a performance art piece. People notice.
(( Yeah, I meant 'watch where they go from my post', but whatever 
))
Back to my post, resume observation program
You return to the hill and continue watching. It's boring but so far, its safe as well. The irony of guard duty, you realize, is that when it's going well, the guard is useless.
Charles tries to figure out where the messenger is.
[int:3]
Uh...maybe faith knows where he is? You're not entirely sure.
((I think the people will attack because of the HRMC team))
Keep reading and watching the gate.
The next chapter talks more about the difficulty of cleanly disposing of a body; wryly commenting that most people put up more fight as a corpse then as a person. Removing identity depends on the place. Some planets are still small and unadvanced enough that the age old trick of taking off the head and the hands works. As soon as DNA comes into the picture, you're in a bind. Either you get rid of the whole body- incinerators work best; especially if they're industrial ones connected to some sort of waste processing. If you've got connections you can get them dumped in space, or access to synthetic microbes that specifically target and eat up human cells. Best cleanup you can buy, but you need a level 3 hazmat suit or you'll end up as soup with them.
((SPEECH ROOOOOOOOLLS!))
Examine that briefcase next to that one game.
You walk over to the briefcase next to the polybius game and pick it up. It's fairly heavy and when you open it up you discover that it's full of mice. One of them is wearing a little collar with the name "Reginald" on it. Hmm...wonder what thats about.
Author
Topic: Einsteinian Roulette (Missions 9a, 10, 11, and Heph post war survey team) (Read 435728 times)