CY_BORG: VIP Abduction

[Stormbringer]

Sorry about the delay.

16 on the D20

No problem! We're keeping the pace slow here after all, to keep it manageable for everyone.

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"All right, all right, no need to pull a gun on me!" says Talsequin, smiling with his hands in the air.

"Tell your friend I'm sorry about the deal falling through, but, this here..." he nods at the bike "...if I were to buy this particular piece of hardware, I'd be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life, wondering when ACGS were going to hunt me down and send me to Borghold!"

He retracts the camera on the steel tendril back into his coat sleeve, likewise with the other tendril that's plugged into the Cyberbike.

"You take care of yourself now."

Smiling benignly, Talsequin 8-D7 turns about and walks unassumingly back down the street the way he came.

[Mantis]

Zola honks the horn of the taxi incessantly in the hopes it will impress upon Volley the urgency of their rapid disappearance from the locale.

[Wrathbone]

Hearing the buyer suggest the bike was a bad sale, I look slowly from the bike to the mall to my credstick several times, cogs whirring, until it dawns on me that maybe those heavily armoured medics were here for the biker.

“Uh, boss… you think that maybe… maybe those guys tearing up the mall are here for the biker dude? And, you know, maybe they won’t like that we… liquified him for creds?”

I take aim with my rifle at the mall’s back door from the rear seat of the taxi.

[Animalmother]

Volley will jump into the backseat of the taxi and slams the door shut.

[Mantis]

Zola speeds off towards the nearest main road.

"Chill out chooms, they got no proof it was us, dude was a goner anyway, not like we iced him ourselves."

Zola nervously tries to recall if he saw any security cameras on their path through the mall.