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Dashel reached into the front pocket of his coat and pulled out a buisness card. Here's my Card: [if you want to hire dashel for a job PM me and Post in Southside, thats where his office is.]

“Correction, the security isn’t exceptional it’s nearly impregnable. The building was built back in 1902 as an above ground reservoir. This makes it quite an impressive structure. The foundations are built on solid bedrock, steel reinforced walls, with the outer walls reaching near 10 feet of thickness, in order to hold the water stored in the central tanks. This gives the building enough strength to survive a nuclear attack. After Freedom started to expand the reservoir soiled and was dropped from use. In 1927 the building was bought by the federal government and turned into a reserve. For those of you who don’t know…†Razor eyes Belphegor “The reserve is the bank of banks. It holds the hard cash needed to insure all of the banks in Freedom, it used to be approximately 20%, but unfortunately in recent years an increase of digital banking has lessened the amount. But according to our calculations it should still be anywhere from 35 to 75million in hard cash, bonds, coin, and t-bills. Not to mention all the goodies and personal effects the Feds keep for private partners. But the real treasure is the 5000 metric tons of Gold bullion stored in the main vault, with a total value of $160 billion dollars… Roughly.†“As for security, most of the guards are ex-STARS, CIA, and federal agents caring a payload of pistols, Assault rifles, and shotguns. A mere 25 in total. The interior, except for the main hall, which is most of the building, is a maze of steal reinforced hallways. Individual sections of hallway can be cut off with barricades and reinforced from the inside. There is only one way in or out of the building, the front door, which in an emergency can be closed with heavy titanium alloy plating, virtually indestructible, and the windows can be covered with steel bars. The defensive capabilities usefulness to us is negligible, because it can be remotely operated from federal headquarters. Other than bankers, accountants, and the fed head himself, there are few other people of interest.†Razor takes a breath. “But the real problem is the vault itself. We don’t know anything about it. Back in 1977 Daedalus himself designed a state of the art Vault, all records of which are kept in the Freedom league headquarters, and even we can’t reach that far… yet. All we do know is that it’s set on bed rock, surrounded by titanium alloy, reachable only through a freight elevator, guarded by 3 highly trained armed guards in a small room, and impregnable. Making opening the vault by ourselves, not an option.†Razor pauses for dramatic effect. “Those of you who think this is beyond them should probably leave now. Those who stay can split 75 million in cash, not to mention what we haul away in gold, six ways. The choice is up to you.â€Â

The man in the center eyed the late comers as he pulled out his watch and checked the time. He closed it again and put it back into the folds of his robes. “We may need your help, so we will over look the infraction. Please try to not let it happen again.†He said as he looked at Exile and Ronin through the red tint of his goggles. He continued. “Good we all seem to be in agreement. Then I should introduce the men who will be accompanying you on the job, in case you have to refer to us individually. I am Razor and will be the liaison for the order, the guy on the end, with the knife, is Madman.†Madman waves his knife. “The quiet one there is Mr. Big†Mr. Big grunts his greeting. “and the last is Steinman.†Steinman gives an awkward greeting to the assembled party. “But enough introductions, let’s get down to business.†Madman heads around to the end of the over turned rail car and opens the doors at the end; As Razor beckons the assembled party to enter. “The last thing we need is a random hero on patrol to encounter us.†Within the rail car a folding card table and a few folding chairs are set up with an electric lamp hanging from the “ceiling†by an extension cord. Razor takes up his spot on the other side of the card table and motions, for those who want to, to take a seat. “Mr. Big, if you please.†Razor says. Big grunts his response as he pulls out a few maps and diagrams from a paper tube and unrolls them on the table. The diagrams seem to be of a large building with a vault. Smiling, as if proud of himself, Razor straightens out the schematic on the table. The small electric light glinting off his red goggles, Razor addresses the assembled crowd. “Gentlemen. For your consideration, I suggest we knock over The Freedom City branch of the Federal Reserve.â€Â

Razor flicked his cards on the table. “Best call Danny Tanner, I got a Full House!†Groans issued from around the card table, as the other members of the “west side kings,†a small time gang that hung out in the Westside industrial area, threw down their hands. They sat in the abandoned warehouse that they called their turf, a place that used to be owned by Franklin shipping before they went out of business. Now the crates that used to have destinations just sit wasting away, until the kings found them. “Okay deal em out, Bones.†The kid that looked like he was wasting away started to deal out the second hand. “Hey Baby! You want in?†Razor called to a girl who was sifting through the boxes that lined the warehouse, pulling out old electronics and bottles of strange chemicals. On the word baby she threw a large box of supplies at the card table, it smashed into a shipping crate nearby. “I told you not to call me Baby!†“I guess that means no.†The boys around the table laughed “What about you, Madman Sure you don’t want in?†A man sat among the crates, slowly shaving his head with a combat knife. He stopped, looked Razor in the eye, and shook his head. He went back to his diligent work. “Jeeze†said a kid with glasses, “are you sure we should keep him around, Razor? He’s nuts. I mean look at im.†“He’s useful, Goggles, besides, you want to tell him to get out.†“He’s family,†said the younger kid at the table. “What the heck do you know about family Shortstuff? You been alone since you were born!†Said a large meaty kid. The others started to laugh around the table. Shortstuff was on the table in a second, “You take that back Fatso! You take it back!†His little fists smacking against the big kid’s face. The boys all jumped into action to try to pull Shortstuff off of Fatso, even Baby joined in. When they finally pulled him off Fatso had a fat lip, a bad eye, and an even worse demeanor. “I’m gonna kill that kid!†Fatso reached out a big meaty paw and smacked Shortstuff with a hard back hand sending the little kid sprawling. The punch came quick and hard. Razor laid one across Fatso’s chin. “You’re new here Fatso. So I’m gonna tell you once. Shortstuff out ranks you here, you’re not even one of us yet, so unless you want to deal with Madman, you best back off.†Mad man looked up from his head shaving, brandishing the large shiny knife. Fatso backed off, scowling at the small gang. “Screw you Razor! You and your Kin…†He was cut off mid sentence by the front doors of the warehouse opening. The cold night wind blew into the warehouse dousing the heated tempers within. Quickly the gang members hid among the boxes. Razor clenched his fists in rage. The other gang in the area, the Black Fangs, had a long history of bad blood. Razor wanted nothing more than to rip them apart, but now they seemed to have come here. But walking in through the door was not a Black Fang. It looked like the renaissance fair had come to town and decided to walk in their front door. Coming in from the dark night was a man dressed in grey armor accompanied by some wild haired old dude dressed in a lab coat. This had to be some joke. The man in grey armor looked around the room and showed no emotion; his wild haired companion however, was disgusted. “Couldn’t we find more suitable arrangements… for one of your caliber I mean,†said the wild haired man with distain in his voice and a soft German accent. “To want is to invite pain, for wanting creates pain. You should read the teachings of your Siddhartha. No, this will do for my purposes.†Responded the man in Grey armor. He spoke with a smooth Baritone that held within it a hidden power. Babe crawled along the floor to Razor, hidden by the crates. “Are they supers Razor?†“Supers or no, this is my turf, and no round table reject is taking my turf.†With that Razor stood and walked forward. The rest of the Kings followed brandishing weapons of all kinds, from chains to knives to baseball bats, but Razor pulled his pride and joy, a nine millimeter. "HEY! Clown! This is our turf, and if you and your friend don’t want to end up dead, I suggest you take a hike!†The Man with wild Hair smiled and backed away. “New recruits?†Grey nodded and faced the gang. With an almost monotone he said “If I’m invading your home, perhaps you should stop me? Or perhaps you are weak?†Razor shook with rage. No one. No one “calls me weak! Kings get that freak!†They Kings leapt at grey. First was Shortstuff brandishing a bat. Badly aimed the boy swung at Grey. With profound ease Grey sidestepped the poorly swung bat and knocked the boy upside the head with his metal gauntlet, knocking the boy to the floor. Next came Bones swinging at grey with a butterfly knife. Grey grabbed his hand and twisted breaking the teen’s forearm. Madman jumped at grey from behind, latched around grey’s neck, and with a mad gleam in his eye buried his knife into grey’s shoulder. Without reaction, grey bashed Madman in the face with his gauntlet, bloodying him and sending him sprawling to the floor. Suddenly a chain wrapped itself around his wrist as Babe tried to pull him off balance, but instead Grey pulled back throwing Babe to the ground and disarming her. Grey turned toward Fatso who was carrying a large cleaver. Without flinching Grey reached over and removed the blade from his shoulder and let it clatter to the ground. Fatso dropped his weapon. Bang! A shot rang out through the warehouse. Razor stood pointing the gun at grey, the barrel smoking. Grey turned toward him, eyes narrowing and advanced on him. Bang! Razor fired again, but to his horror, Grey kept coming. Bang! Bang! Bang! Razor terrified dropped his gun and turned to run, but Grey was on him and lifted him from the floor. He fixed his steel eyes upon the boy and looked into his soul. “What manner of magician are you that can call fire and steel from his hands?†Grey asked in his cool monotone. “W-W-What?†Razor looked franticaly for a way to remove himself from that gaze. Grey shook him violently, but emotion didn’t creep into his voice. “Answer me.†“It’s just a gun, dude†Grey threw the kid into the pile with the rest of the West Side Kings and reached down to pick up the gun that had fallen to the floor. He looked at it carefully. It was indeed a new world. “What are you gonna do to us?†Asked Fatso nervously. Grey slowly turned toward the gang, sending his steel glare to chill their heats. “That depends upon you. I Offer a …proposition. Serve me now, instead of your selves.†Razor struggled against the cold stare of the imposing figure, but managed to speak, he was the leader after all. “W…W…What d..d…do we get i..in re… return?†Grey slowly walked across the room toward the cowering gang. “Tell me what your heart desires, and I will do all in my power to make it happen.†Razor’s life flashed before his eyes. He saw himself beaten by his father, running away, finding Goggles and Babe, forming the gang, scratching out a living, only to have it taken away again by the police, or a bigger badder guy. Always on the short end of the stick. The bigger gangs running them off; thinking that they were so powerful. He wanted to show the world what power meant; that he was worth something too. And now this man was asking what he wanted, he had only one response. “Power… The power to get anything I want, to crush the Black fangs!†“You have found it. Just take my hand.†Grey reached down to help him up, and drew him from the earth. Grey turned his eyes to Babe. “What do you desire?†“Respect.†“Then pull yourself up, the Grey Order respects that.†Babe pushed against the floor, and rose from the ground. “What about you?†Grey said as he turned to Madman. Madman stood silently and stared at Grey, A glint in the back of his mad eyes. “Just to kill again†Grey stared back emotionless. “You’ll get it.†Madman smiled. Grey turned his eyes toward Fatso. “And what do you want.†Fatso stood, cleared his throat, and spat in Grey’s face. “I want you, and all your crazy friends to go screw off! I can’t believe what I’m seeing here, this guy is crazy and you’re just…†No one saw the blade drawn, or the stroke fall. But Fatso, his real name forgotten, fell to the earth, his soul gone, and the crackling black energy of the sword dripping quiet malice. There were no more objections to Grey’s proposals. Grey turned to the door, his conversion of the gang complete, but so many more to find. “You are all now the brothers and sisters of the Grey Order, family to the last.†Shortstuff pulled himself from the ground. Tears poured from his cheeks. With all his might he thrust his fist into the air, and his voice rang true. “For the Grey Order!†He was joined by his brothers and sisters. The forgotten remained silent.

The Grey Order sat silent as the four invited partners landed and talked amongst themselves. They were hidden under low pulled hoods and red goggles; however there were differences between them if one looked closely. The one on the end seemed to be playing with some kind of big combat knife and somewhat indifferent to the proceedings, next to him was a figure that seemed intimidated by the assembled body, but resolute to be a part of the proceedings today. In the center of the group stood a younger man with black hair under his hood. He was keeping close eye on a stop watch that was slowly ticking down to nine o’clock, he had a bit of arrogance about himself and seemed as if he was in charge. The last on the end was silent and slightly bigger than the others, his face completely hidden by the cloak, he seemed content to watch the proceedings. Tick, tick, tick. The man in the middle sighed and looked up from his watch at the band of villains gathered in the yard. The sun had set and the evening chill seemed to cling in the air. A small buzz could be heard as the street lamps on the corner turned on, bathing light on to the sand lot. With a flourish the central man closed his watch, and with a brief look around sighed. “Only four… I had hoped for more, but I guess this will have to do.†He looks around for any signs of any more comers. Then he turns to address the crowd. Gestureing to the assembled hooded figures, he says. “We are the brothers and sisters of the grey order. We have called you here today because we are in need of a little more firepower for an upcoming plan. But before we reveal the details of said plan, we need an oath that what you hear tonight stays here. After you hear our proposal you can leave if you don’t like the proposition, with the assumption that you will tell no-one what transpired here tonight, but if you accept, we are in it together till we collect our share. We will hold you to this promise. Breaking it means we will never do business again, a situation that may prove to be very unprofitable in the future. The grey order can be powerful allies; our numbers are many and our eyes are everywhere.†He finishes his little prepared speech with a sense of foreboding. They are people not to be crossed lightly. “So do we have a deal?â€Â

Grey steam rises from the rail yard as the metro trains finish their rounds of the city and come to an end of a long day. In the distance the sounds of departing rail workers greet the night crew that has come to clean the trains and perform the nightly maintenance. But even as the dying light of the setting sun, casts its rays on an old sandlot by the rail yard, where four men gather against an old overturned rail car, a sense of foreboding fills the air. The small group of men are dressed in grey robes and wearing red goggles. They seem to be waiting impatiently, as if they aren’t sure anyone will actually show. Tonight dark men plan dark deeds. "You think anyone will show?" "It doesn't matter either way, we just want back up." "Yea, their loss."

I would like to add the subtle feat to Dashel's "lucky Day" container. It's something it should have had when I created him. woops!

Undoubtedly so, sry and thanks.

Damn punks Dashel rushes into action, hoping Sen has his back. It’s weird doing this without someone to trust, but then Dashel can never get that close to anyone… “You three, hands on your heads and up against the wall! Do it!†Dashel knows he has to use the element of surprise and keep this quick, before they get any ideas about running for it. Heck, it was lucky one of them didn't try something already. But then he always was kinda lucky. He keeps his light moving from face to face in order to keep them blinded and memorize their faces in case it becomes important later. As he motions with his gun for them to line up against a bare wall.

Ok then I use the HP to make them roll twice and take the lower.

My intention is to make the punks reroll, not myself. In other words I would like to do this: As per the luck power What I don't know is whether I have to spend my HP before I find out wether or not I failed. So in either situation I wish to make them reroll: 1) If I fail or 2) before the rolls are revieled. I am choosing the situation that is best for me. Sorry for the mix up, and this is part of the reason why I'm using the ability now (to find out how it works). Thanks ;)

“Money is only a tool, Mr. Ghost†Grey pulls the bag out from his armor and holds it in the palm of his hand. Squeezing the coins through the bag he turns it over and pours whatever he’s not holding on too onto the table. A small fortune of gold coins lies on the table in a glittering pile. “There is no rush Mr. Ghost, and it will be …beneficial to me to have the good Doktor available. When you’re ready, give a call to this number.†He says as he puts the gold back. Herr Doktor hands him a card with a telephone number printed on it. “One last thing Mr. Ghost.†Grey put two armored hands on to the table. “I will not underestimate you again, Mr. Ghost, and as you know that you should also know this…†Grey leans into the light of the flickering lamp. Herr Doktor falls over in his chair. The face of grey is contorted with anger. His eyes seem vacant and far away, but his expression is one of all consuming passion, and coming from an emotionless man, it is truly intimidating. “I do not abide traitors!†On traitors he pulls his sword from its sheath and holds it near the coffee table, where it slowly burns the enamel giving off the smell of horrid fumes. The sword crackles with black energy, exuding fears and hopelessness; you can almost hear the cries of a thousand tortured souls calling out from the black blade. Grey’s eyes and expression fade back into the same emotionless visage and he quietly sheaths his sword. His eyes turn upward to meet with the Ghosts, eyes now focused again. “I look forward to hearing from you.†With that grey turns and walks into the darkness Herr Doktor close on his heels, shivering. A few moments later the front doors of the chapel open flooding moonlight into the dark chamber. All sign of Grey’s men are gone. The small pile of gold glitering in the moonlight.

here it is If the check fails (and if the ability works that way) I'll have him rerole with the luck control ability. If it doesn't work that way I'll have him make two rolls.

Dashel furrow's his brow and nods in understanding. Kids huh? Great just what I need. They’ll disturb evidence. Hmmm, time to bring out the law. Dashel motions for Sen to follow him, points at his eyes, and then jabs his thumb at his back. And don't screw up He recocks his gun, pulls out his flashlight and holds it to support his other hand. Silently as he can he moves down the steps to the living room, keeping the gun steady and sweeping his blind spots. He cautiously approaches the room, but pauses before entering. Dashel takes a deep breath and quickly moves into the room. He sees their eyes move toward him; quickly he turns on the flashlight and points it directly into the face of one of the hoodlums, just as he had been trained back at the force. The next words out of his mouth sounded strangely welcoming... "Freeze! FCPD!"

Grey standing is somewhat more intimidating than him sitting. The large man across the table is now only a grey amour suit, his face shadowed by the constantly blinking light. The mood in the room changes. Herr Doktor stops snickering and his maniacal look fades. His face looks at grey, as if in fear. Silence engulfs the room, leaving only the soft hum of the fluorescents. A pin could drop. "It seems I have underestimated you Mr. Ghost." Herr Doktor sighs relief and looks toward the ghost with added respect. But when grey does not sit again, he remains apprehensive. You guessed correctly. The information is volatile. However, I do not ask you to take anything. If I understand the good Doktor correctly, the mirror will provide a copy of the ...information. If your good, and I heard you are, there is no real reason for anyone to even know you were there. You can see the gears turning in his head, a plan is forming. I will share a little information with you. Your right, I did come to you for a reason. They say things ...malfunction around you and they don't know why. They say whole security systems don't even record your passing. Security systems like the one at the Albright institute. I could bust down the door and take it, but I prefer the subtle approach, the approach where no one knows it was taken untill the trail is cold. They call you The Ghost, I'd pay to see you live up to your name.

Dashel looked up from the file on his desk. His office was bathed in the dyeing sunlight. It was Friday, his desk calendar said so, and Dashel wasn’t expecting any visitors today, but was considering going out. Now it looks like something has come up. If he was lucky, it was the publisher’s clearing house people, but somehow he doubted it. “What do you think Blue?†The hound dog lying lazily at the door, turned his head slowly toward the door an sniffed. Then he growled and shot Dashel an annoyed look. “That bad huh?†Dashel asked grabbing a cigarette from a carton in his shirt, and lit it with a four leaf clover, that happened to be printed on a Zippo. He let the cigarette burn long so he could inhale the strange mixture kept in these hand rolled cigarettes. Dashel closed the lighter with a flourish and put it in an inside pocket of his coat, sighed, and rose to get the door. “Yea, yea, I’m comin†As Dashel rose to get the door he noticed two things, the very pleasurable hourglass figure in the foggy window of the door and the hint of perfume mixed with the heavy scent of smoke in the air. Blue was wrong, this was a very good turn of events. “I mean, I’m coming.†Trying desperately to hide some of the scattered papers and empty bottles of the room, Dashel hurried across the messy apartment, unbolted the many locks, snubbed his cigarette on the stub of his shoe, shot a snarling Blue a harsh look, and opened the door. “How may I hel… oh, it’s you.†Dashel’s boyish grin fadded to a very disappointed frown. Standing in the doorway was Felise Belleview, the bulldog of the Freedom Post. Dressed in a suit, and primed to perfection, as always, she stood an opposing 5’8,†Brunette hair falling to her shoulders. The look on her face was all business and her eyes shone with an inner light. If she was here it meant only one thing: She wanted something and it wouldn’t be pleasant. “I don’t know what it is, but I have no comment†“Cut the krap Dashel, I need a favour†She said as she forced her way into the small apartment, shying away from a growling Blue. She glanced at all the empty bottles that littered the floor, and looked back at Dashel with a disappointed look. “see you’ve been keeping buisy.†Dashel leaned his back against the door frame and pulled his hip flask out from it’s holster on his belt. He gave Felise a cold stare. “What do you want, or have you come to insult me?†He said as he took a swig from his flask. Felise retuned the stare with equal intensity. “An interview†The foul mixture of Dashel’s spit, alcohol, and god knows what sprayed all over Dashel’s newly painted door. Quickly he went for something to dab the foul mix so it didn’t ruin the very expensive paint job. “Come again?†Felise Sighed, she’d never live this one down. “It’s been a slow news week and the chief wants something to fill the space in the Sunday addition. So, I thought, since you just opened your doors, that an interview with a new P.I. in town might do the trick. You know a real humanitarian piece. Trust me Dashel, If I had any other options I wouldn’t come to you.†Dashel finished wiping down his door and turned to Felise. “I don’t think so.†He said incredulously. “knowing you I’d end up meat for the vultures.†“Come on Dashel, you’ve never let me down before, …except for the time in 04, …and on the Forman case, …and..†Felise started counting off on her fingers. “This isn’t helping you†Dashel interrupted. “It’s good publicity†She offered, Dashel continued to give her a cold stare. Felise smiled wryly. She slowly approached Dashel, swinging her hips seductively, reached out and placed her hands gently on his shoulders. Looking deep into his eyes, with the sexiest voice she could muster, she said, “I’ll owe you one.†Dashel pointed to the door. Felise sighed, harshly straightened his tie, looked him straight in the eye, and with a furrowed look said, “I’ll buy.†Dashel cocked an eyebrow. The next thing Dashel knew he was sitting in the back of Felise’s news van, saying Hi to Fred, Felise’s Driver and Cameraman, and being barraged by questions as they headed for “Hot licks†Dashel’s favourite bar in town. “Ok Dashel, these questions are designed to get to know you, I won’t use all the answers, but it’s good to have copious notes.†Dashel sighed, it was going to be a long night. “Shoot†“Lets start with an Introduction†Give a two or three word description of yourself. (Describe your character's concept.) Don’t want to be here? I guess that’s four words. how about “Lucky Hardboiled Detective†Do you have any nicknames, street names, titles, or nom de plume? Sometimes the kids call me Chance What is your full birth name? Dashel Michael Mason Where do you live? Southside apartments, Rm 13b Why do you live there? I can afford it, barely, plus it keeps me close to my people. What do you perceive as your greatest strength? Cool headedness in battle, knowledge enough to keep my head down. What do you perceive as your greatest weakness? I guess, …Fear of failure Felise startled. That was oddly honest of Dashel, She might actually get something out of him tonight. But first Liquor, gotta know someone’s weakness. As they got out of the van she turned and told Fred to go and find a place to park. “meet us back here in an hour.†They entered “Hot Licks†and the bartender immediately accosted them. “Dashel, you owe the tab!†“Don’t worry Tony, I’m good for it. Besides, the ladies paying tonight.†“And make it a double Tony.†Felise gave him the smile that won over DA Durgan and got her that tip on the Harison Case. “Yes mam.†Tony said with gusto, and with a flourish of bottles produced two stiff ones. The Jazz Combo beat out a rhythm in the smoky atmosphere. Dashel scooped out a place in the corner and settled in offering a seat to Felise. She passed him his drink and he shot it down, placed it upside down on the table, and lit a cigarette. Felise frowned, this may be an expesive night. “Alright, ask away.†Physical Traits How old are you? (Chronological age as well as age category.) 37, but I’ve got a lot of mileage What is your sex? …Male, why you wana check? OW! What is your race? White How tall are you? 5’11†How much do you weigh? 140lbs, but I don’t check that often. What are your general body type, frame, bone structure, and poise? Average, average, average, and like I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders What is your skin colour? White, but haggard What is your hair colour? Brown What is your hair style? However it tends to end up. I guess short strait, and hidden under my hat. Do you have any facial hair? Stubble What is your eye colour? Hazel How attractive are you? A kind of roguish charm I think, but the liquor and cigarettes tends to turn off the ladies. What is your most distinguishing feature? The scars on my body, hands, and face, their marks of my life Do you have any scars, tattoos, or birthmarks? Birthmark just above the right butt cheek, kinda looks like Texas What is your handedness (left/right/ambidextrous)? Right Do you resemble some currently known person? Think Harrison Ford mixed with Humphrey Bogart What kind of clothing do you wear? Loose black tie, ruffled white shirt, worn black pants, boots. My trench coat covers my chest holder and my fedora covers my head. Do you wear makeup? No, but there was that one time… What sort of vocal tone do you have? Rough baritone, like a man who has smoked for years, which I have… History Where is your homeland? America, out west. Are you aware of its history? Whatever they tried to teach me back at the orphanage, never really came in useful Are you patriotic or a social outcast? I guess I’m as patriotic as the next guy. What are your opinions of home? What’s my opinion of home? I guess the big FC’s my home now, best let the past stay there… Where is your home town? Here, but I was born in Sin City Are your real reasons for becoming an adventurer different from what you tell others? I do my job to get paid… and maybe I can find out something about my partner’s killer somewhere down the line How far would you go to keep such secrets from being revealed? What would you do if the truth became known? It’s not really a secret, but I probably ain’t gonna tell anybody either. If the truth came out, I’d probably do what I always do. Climb inside a bottle for a while. What do you fear would occur if the truth became known? I’d lose business… I guess Do you have any particularly high or low ability scores? High? Blessed with good genes I guess How have these scores affected your life so far? Always pulled me through, guess that’s all I can ask. What about your race, growing up were you in the majority or a minority? Minority actually, first an orphan, then the police force… Did this impact your outlook in any way? I did what I had to too survive. How do you feel about other races? About as well as I feel about everybody else. Were there any traumatic experiences in your early years (death of a family member, abandonment, orphaned at an early age)? I never really knew my mother, and my father died when I was very young. Bob was kinda that parental figure in my life Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life. I remember it well. My father had just passed away and the social worker tried to place me with a foster family. Several in fact, but for some reason no one wanted me. Bad luck, I guess… Anyway, after a while they gave up and the orphanage became my final home. One night I remember sitting on my bed crying. I remember a sweet voice talking to me. “Now what’s with all the tears?†she said. Sister Mary, She was a little like my mother. I wonder how she is doin?…. anyway she wiped away my tears and handed me a book. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. After that I was obsessed with being a detective. Read Doyle books at the public library, and much to Mary’s dismay, found old Pulp Comics in the value bin at the comic store. Hammer probably fuelled my delinquency a little too much. What stupid things did you do when you were younger? Ha! How much time you got? When I was younger I thought I was invincible, more on the supply side of crime back then. Nothing major, but me and the boys would trespass, B&E, maybe steal some stuff. Just being a kid in sin city. A Fact of life growing up under the casino lights. Maybe I’ll tell you a story some time. Which toys from your childhood have you kept? I didn’t have many toys, still have my books, and comics though. Why? What do they mean to you? If you didn't keep any, why not? What did you do to them all? My heroes are in these pages. Sherlock, Mike Hammer, Sam Spade. I don’t read them anymore, but it’s nice to know they are there. Do you have any deep, dark secrets in the past that may come back to haunt you? What? Yea a few. I never knew who killed my father, what happened to my mother. Why I have my “gift†and I’m looking for my Partner’s killer Are you who you claim to be? Why would I lie? Yea I am. Do you have any sort of criminal record? A couple Juvee offences, a couple write ups while on the force. Maybe more, but you know, It ain’t a crime unless you get caught. How do you view the heroes/legends of your country? You mean Supers? Bunch of hacks. Don’t know honest good police work if it jumped up an bit them. Sitting high and mighty on their silver thrones they point and laugh at us mortals. I’ll show em what a mortal can do. By now Dashel had gotten quite drunk, and had spilled maybe a little too much info, just the way Felise wanted it. The Combo finished it’s set and took a break as Feliese continued. Family Who were your parents? Eli Mason, never knew my mom, although I remember my father calling her Lady Luck Were you raised by them? If not, then why didn't they and who did raise you? They didn’t raise me cause they were dead and runed off. Sister Mary raised me till I was old enough to do it on my own, then Robert McFinney finished the job. What was their standing in the community? My father was a cooler, played on hot tables to cool the luck, no wonder he died. Mary was a nun, respected by the community, but a little harsh, and a little kind, and always tired. Robert was my best friend, that’s all there is to say. Did your family stay in one area or move around a lot? My family stayed, I moved. How did you get along with their parents? How did I get along with My parents? I don’t remember them that well. Mary was always pulling me out of the fire and trying to turn me to god. That didn’t really work out. Robert was a trusted mentor, and if I remember he pulled me out of a few fires as well. How would your parents describe you? Answer this in the voice of your mother, then in your father's. Excuse me?!? Hmmmm… I can’t speak for my parents but Mary would probably say: “Dashel Michael Mason! You get off that fence this instant! I swear to GOD almighty I will slap you silly… and that isn’t using the name in vain! I’m sorry … what? Dashel, he’s a good kid, really, in this town, but he needs to learn boundaries, and take god’s will more seriously. He needs a strong hand, and a loving family. On a related note, looking at adoption?†As for Robert, he’d probably say: “Mason? Wet behind the ears, and gonna get somebody killed with that hot dog attitude. Don’t worry I’ll whip him into shape. Pretty soon he’ll be the best damn detective on the force. Smart as a whip, that one. And to tell you the truth, I’d trust him with my life.†Do you have any siblings? If so how many and what were their names? How did you get along with each of your siblings? I don’t have any siblings that I know of. Otis Langston was a friend of mine on the playground, we used to look out for each other, but he stayed in Sin and I came to Freedom. What was your birth position in the family? Far as I know, one and only. List all current knowledge of family locations, spouses, children, birth dates, schooling, and any important incidents that only you and they might remember. My father is six feet under back in Sin Cemetery, Mary died back in 96. Robert. Cremated and spread over Freedom Bay. The only family I got now are the people of Freedom and my Dog Blue. The mangy mut I found in a back alley when I was down and out. We have been friends ever since. Do you stay in touch with them or have you become estranged? How do you stay in touch with the dead… don’t answer that. Estranged. Do you love or hate one member of the family in particular? I have always felt a little anonymity toward my parents. Robert was a good friend. Mary was a good person, but I had too many welts on my backside for her to be a friend. Is any member of the family special to you in any way (perhaps, as a confidant, mentor, or arch-rival)? Robert was a Mentor Are there any black (or white) sheep in the family (including you)? Everyone else seems like white sheep, guess that makes me the black one. If so, who are they and how did they "gain" the position? My enchanting demeanor? Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor? Not that I know of. If so, what did this person do to become famous or infamous? He was a dancing bear, stop asking stupid questions. Do you try to live up to the reputation of your ancestor, try to live it down, or ignore it? Try to live up to a dancing bear? Do you ever want to have a family of your own someday? I never really thought about it. I probably should find the girl first. Would anything change your mind on this issue and if so, what? Yea, ok. If I found the right girl and we were happy, I’d give this life up in a heartbeat. What type of person would be your ideal mate? Ha Ha Ha! Anyone that could put up with me. Maybe one of those noir girls huh? Relationships Do you have any close friends? If so, who and what are they like? I have acquaintances, not friends. The closest thing I have to friend is Blue, and he’s lazy. What is the history of their relationship(s) with you? They do me favours from time to time and I help them in return. Do you currently have a best friend whom you would protect with your reputation or your life? I’d hate to lose Blue. Honestly though I’d hate to see anything happen to anybody I know. My life don’t mean much compared to them, and my rep ain’t so hot either. If so, who are they and what caused you to feel so close to them? What would have to happen for you to end this relationship? I just don't want to see harm come to those I know. OK? espesialy not on my account. To end the relationship? Force is the only thing that comes to mind. Do you have any bitter enemies? Only a matter of time on that one. If so, who are they, what are they like, and what is the history of their feud with you? Ain’t got an feud, except with the landlady Have you defeated them before? Sometimes I have to leave by the fire escape to get out of the office. Plus I know her secret weakness: money. How might these enemies seek to discomfit you in the future? Well If I don’t start paying my rent I’m going to be out on the street again. Which person(s) or group(s) are you most loyal to? I hold no loyalties, cept maybe to the city Who is your most trusted ally? Myself Who do you trust, in general? Trust get’s you hurt, I trust me. Who do you despise and why? I despise the criminals who get away with their crimes and who hurt others. I won’t let people suffer like I have suffered. Name seven things you hate in others. Ignorance No care for the innocent Arrogance Willingness to sell out Unwillingness to do Violent tendencies unwillingness to see that every society needs a little subversive behaviour. Is your image consistent? Tends to be, yea Do you deliberately present yourself differently in different situations, and how? Sometimes a situation calls for a little flexibility. I’ll provide it, but I’ll still be me. What would you die for? To catch the proverbial bad guy What is the worst thing someone has done to you? Killed my partner What is your general reaction to an attractive member of the opposite sex who lets you know they are available? Well, they don’t call me lucky for nothing. How do you get along with others of the same adventuring class? I tend not to work with others, I don’t like being responsible for them. Have you lost any loves? I’ve left a few broken hearts and been broken too. The hardest love: Hope. She came back, but I don’t know if I could lose her again. How did you handle the situation (short & long term)? Down and out, Way down and Way out. Every time. Who would miss you should you go missing? My landlady. Probably Blue too. How close are you to your adventuring companions? Distant What do they not know about you? I don’t ask, and they don’t tell. I expect the same in return. Are you a member of any house, guild, organization, or church? What is your level of involvement? No, and I plan to keep it that way The band Came back to play it’s final set and the Bar was winding down, she’d have to wrap this up pretty quick. Personality & Beliefs Do you, or did you, have any role models? As a kid I looked up to Mike hammer, Sam Spade, Bogart, I guess I like the esthetic. Do you have any heroes or idols, either contemporary or from legend? I don’t realy like supers Did you ever become disillusioned with former heroes or idols? If so, why and what were the circumstances? Well I did grow up a little. It’s nice to have rolemodels, but eventually you have to take care of yourself. When did you decide to become an adventurer? Adventurer? I do this for a living, it’s the only thing I know. Why have you chosen to risk your life as a career? Well, I can’t give up on trying to find Bob’s murderer, and due to a few… indiscretions, They don’t want me back on the force. I have to make ends somehow, that and somehow trouble always seems to find me… What do you expect to get out of being an adventurer? What, if anything, would make you stop adventuring? Adventuring? Where do you get this stuff? I expect to get paid, or at least do some good and I would probably stop if I found something better or if this city didn’t want me anymore. Do you have any dreams or ambitions? If not, why? I want to find Robert’s murderer and… bring him to justice, but first I got to make next month’s rent What are your short term goals (what would you like to be doing within a year)? Preferably, not doing this anymore. What are your long term goals (what would you like to be doing twenty years from now)? I’ll probably be dead by then, but If I’m still around… rich. If these goals seem at odds with each other, or with your dreams, how do you reconcile the differences? I do what I can when I can, everything else can take care of itself. I ain’t worryin about the future. Do you have any great rational or irrational fears or phobias? If so, what are the origins of, or reasons behind them? I got this weird thing about unlucky happenings. You know black cats, jinxes, spilin the salt. I just feel vulnerable whenever that kind of stuff happens. How do you react when this fear manifests itself? Well, see, that’s the trick. You got to know which jinx is countered by which ritual. For example If a black cat crosses your path, you got to pet it. That appeases the powers that be and gets rid of your bad luck. I got it all figured out, can’t put one past old Dashel! What are your attitudes regarding material wealth? Wealth is definitely nice, but really it’s only money, I ain’t gonna steal for it. Are you miserly with your share of the wealth, or do you spend it freely? I don’t have any money to be miserly with. Do you see wealth as a mark of success, or just as a means to an end? Means to an end, the rich are just as bad as the rest of us. How do you generally treat others? You gotta earn your respect with me, other than that I treat people as they deserve. Do you trust easily (perhaps too easily) or not? I don’t trust anyone Are you introverted (shy and withdrawn) or extroverted (outgoing)? Well, I tend to make friends easly, not that I’m looking for em. Are you a humble soul or blusteringly proud? I think I’m a humble soul...kinda What habits do you find most annoying in friends? The same things I find annoying in everyone else: ignorance, straitlaced..ness, and unwillingness to do what must be done. What are your most annoying habits? I don’t find my habit’s annoying, but I guess the drinking and smoking. Is there any race, creed, alignment, religion, class, profession, political viewpoint, or the like against which you are strongly prejudiced, and why? Naw, I hate everyone equally What is your favourite food? FC pizza of course What is your favourite drink? Chen mixes this stuff for me, “A mix of herbs, metaphoric and metonymic ingredients – good for luck†It tastes awful, but hey, if it’s lucky. What is your favourite treat (desert)? …Jack Daniels Do you favour a particular cuisine? cheap Do you savor the tastes when eating or "wolf down" your food? I “savor†as much as I can stomach Do you like food mild or heavily spiced? Whatever the street vendors put in it it’s fine with me. Are there any specific foodstuffs that you find disgusting or refuse to eat? I once had to eat a rat when there was nothing else, I can stomach just about anything, except expensive food, always spoils my appetite. What are your favourite colour(s)? Kinda like that Khaki tan colour Is there any colour that you dislike? Never realy though about it, no Do you have a favourite (or hated) song, type of music, or instrument? I love the blues and Jazz, even that new techno version stuff. [think the Seatbelts, Mai Yamane, Eric Clapton, R.L. Burnside, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy] If you have a favourite scent, what is it? Alcohol What is your favourite type of animal? I like my dog blue, guess that’s good enough. Are you allergic to any kinds of animals? no, but bull's excriment can get me going Is there anything that enrages you? Crime gets me pretty steamed Is there anything which embarrasses you? Screwing up. Do you enjoy "roughing it", or do you prefer your creature comforts? I enjoy getting by. Do you have a patron deity? I don’t discriminate. Are you devout or impious? I think, respect, is more the word Do you actively worship and proselytize or do you simply pay lip service? Again I respect their power, just don’t pray myself. What lengths would you go to defend your faith? Defending your faith is what started the crusaides Was your faith influenced or molded by anyone special? Mary tried her hardest, but I just could by the whole praying thing, after all, what did they ever do for me? Do you belong to a dominant church, or an independent church, cult, or sect (and is the group accepted, frowned upon, or considered heretics)? Catholic is as close to a church as I got and that still kinda freaked me out. Will you kill? If I have to. When did you decide (or learn) that you would? On the police force they teach you how to hold a gun, how to aim, how to shoot, they even have councelers and psychiatrists to help you deal with the fact of killing. But it truth nothing prepares you for it. Mary always taught that killing someone was a major sin, and that you’d go straight to hell. Well since then I’ve learned about daemons and magic, but I still don’t know where I’m goin after this world. When I was a rooky, bob and I were called to an assignment. A 64g in progress. That’s armed robbery with a gun. Me and bob pull up outside. The perp sees us though the glass of the convenience store, he’s just a kid, you know, just a confused kid, not that different from myself at the time. Well he makes his first mistake right off, takes a couple pot-shots at us. We immediately call in a 34s and 901y, that’s shots fired and possible need for an ambulance and bob follows procedures and tries to clear the area of civilians. Well me being the idiot I was back then I thought I would risk entering the store. Call me crazy, but I felt like I could talk to the kid, ya know, make him see the error of his ways. So I enter the store, keeping low, while Bob’s distracted. The kid is huddled in the back of the store; he’s got the shop keep at gun point in front of him. He’s scared. I’m scared. I tell him it’s gonna be okay and that I was there to help. Bob’s behind me at this point telling me to get down and to wait for back up, I ignore him. Then the kind starts talking about his mother and how he needs the money to keep his home. I tell him that we’re gonna help him at that he has to put down the gun. Then the girl walks out of the bathroom. I see what’s gonna happen, I don’t want it too, but it was gonna happen anyway. The kid’s startled and turns the gun on her, he squeezes the trigger. Bang! I look down at the smoking gun in my hand. I didn’t know how it got there or why. But when I look up at the kid and he’s pointing his gun straight at me. I see his eyes, and there full of fear, and anger. Bang! Bang! They say I saved the shop keep and that girl. I don’t know about that. They say I’m lucky to be alive. I don’t know about that either. But I do remember. I remember the kid’s eyes when he looked at me. I remember the look on his mothers face when I told her I was the one who shot him. And I remember that the kid never did pull the trigger. If there is a heaven and hell, I think I know where I’m goin… I haven’t told anyone that, besides bob, since I filed the report. I need a drink. When do you consider it okay to kill (under what circumstances)? It’s never okay to kill. But I’ve done it before, more than once, and I can do it again. When do you consider it wrong to kill (under what circumstances)? You have to take every case as it comes. Sometimes it calls for it, most of the time it doesn’t. What would you do if someone else attempted to (or successfully did) kill under your "wrong" circumstances, what would be your reaction? If it were my mission, I’d bring him in. If not, I’d leave it to the police, there’s too much death in the world to try to hunt down every bad guy. What if it were your enemy? Oh-hoh! Suckers goin down! Hard. What if it were your friend? He probably wouldn’t be my friend anymore, and I’d still bring him in. What if the opponent were not in control of their own actions (under duress, charmed, dominated, possessed)? I’d say, murder is intent; I’d bring in the guy responsible. What would you do if something were stolen from you? … I’d get it back What would you do if you were badly insulted publicly? So what else is new? Acknowledge your flaws its how you deal with them. What would you do if a good friend or relative were killed by means other than natural death? Then it would immediately become my case. And I don’t give up on cases. What is the one task you would absolutely refuse to do? Can you give me an example? Murders probably out. What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why? I’ve seen some bad stuff, but the worst? Murder, or letting someone get murdered without doin nothing. How do you feel about government (rulers) in general? Why do you feel that way? Do you mean the corrupt bureaucrats on Capitol Hill, the greedy businessmen downtown, or the pushy supers? They’re all the same, I’ve known enough to know. Do you support the current government of your homeland? Again, I’m confused. Do you mean the bureaucratic quagmire or the monopolising businesses? If so, how far are you willing to go to defend the government? If not, do you actively oppose it? As far as I’m concerned they can do their thing and I’ll do mine, and they should prey we never meet. What form of government do you believe is the best (democracy, monarchy, anarchy, aristocratic rule, oligarchy, matriarchy) and why? Churchill said it best: “democracy is the worst form of government except all the others that have been tried.†Do you have any unusual habits or dominant personality traits that are evident to others? Besides the whole Hardboiled theme? Well, there’s the luck thing too. If so, describe them and how you acquired them, as well as when they might be more noticeable and what causes them. I liked hardboiled detectives when I was a kid, so I use those traits now. Fedora, loose tie, trench, and snarky attitude. The lucky thing? I think I may have inherited that little quirk from my father or maybe just experience. Either way it makes me feel better. Do you have any unusual or nervous mannerisms, such as when talking, thinking, afraid, under stress, or when embarrassed? I always try to play it cool, but I get a little punchy under stress. What is your most treasured possession? Besides Blue, My hat. It’s actually the only thing my Dad left me, call it my inheritance. If your life were to end in 24 hours, what 5 things would you do in those remaining hours? Find Roberts killer, if I have to burn this city to the ground to do it. Find an owner for blue Get drunk Fall in love Try to live In that order… Career & Training Where and how were you educated? On the street, harshly, and in the academy, not as harshly. Who trained you in your adventuring class(es)? You mean who trained me to be a police officer? The FCPD police force, best force on the planet. But most of the important stuff I learned myself or from Bob. What was your relationship with your teacher(s)/mentor(s)? I ain’t goin into that again… Is this person or institution still in existence? While the FCPD seems like it isn’t in existance, yea it is. Though it took a hit when I, and bob, left. Were you a prize student or did you just barely pass? I was hot stuff on the force, nothing could touch me. Except for Bob, who often showed me what an idiot I was being. Look at your skills. How did you acquire them (especially the unusual ones)? Study mostly. Hey I passed the detective’s exam with flying colours. Have you ever done anything else for a living? No How do you function in combat (manoeuvres, weaknesses)? I analyse the situation first, then act. You gotta know how to hit something before you try to hit it. Have you ever received any awards or honours? Just the gratitude from the people I help and the scars that mark experience. Is there anything that you don't currently know how to do that you wish you could? The whole computer thing kinda escapes me, I still use files. Are you envious of others who can do such things in a good-natured way or are you sullen and morose about it? Hey, to each their own. Let’s see em solve crimes. The Combo was packing up their instruments and putting everything away. Tony made an announcement to the whole bar that it was time to close up for the night. “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.†“Come on Dashel We gotta go.†Felise said finishing her drink and placing it amoung the dosens that Dashel managed to put away. “Love too, but alas, my legs seem opposed to the idea.†Dashel murmured as he tried to stand, but couldn’t Luckily Tony provided a helping hand, throwing him into the street, and wishing Ms. Belleview a good night. “Don’t mind him, dear.†He said. “Dashel’s a good man that’s lived a hard life, now if HE’D ONLY PAY HIS TAB!†“Yea Tony, I’m starting to see that.†Felise said as she helped dashel up and put him into the Van. “That was way more than an hour.†Fred said not without a bit of incredulity. “Just take us back Fred, now, I got a few more Dashel, if you’re willing.†Dashel looked up from his semi comatose state, “Go ahead, what else is there to do?†Lifestyle & Hobbies When not adventuring, what is your normal daily routine? Sleep, brood, drink, repeat. Interlaced with smoke. Probably starting with drinking. How do you feel and react when this routine is interrupted for some reason? Ecstatic, cept when it’s trouble, and it’s always trouble. What are your hobbies when you are not adventuring or training? I collect lucky oddities and empty bottles. Every little bit helps. What do you do for relaxation? What things do you do for enjoyment? What interests do you have? I like blues and Jazz, and I often spend my nights at “Hot licks†but the bartender is starting to come down on me about the tab. How do you normally dress when not in your adventuring gear? Adventure gear? I’ve got, like two sets of clothes. What do you normally wear in bed at home? Wana find out? Guess not. T shirt and shorts. What do you normally wear in bed while adventuring? …Like on the street? Whatever I’m wearing. Do you wear any identifiable jewellery? I have a collection of lucky talismans around my neck, I keep a Four leaf clover in the lining of my hat, my Zippo has got a four leaf clover on it, and I smoke hand rolled cigarettes I get from Chen. Where do you normally put your weapons, magic items, or other valuables when you are sleeping? When I don’t fall asleep at my desk, I keep my gun under my pillow. The rest of it by the door What morning or evening routines do you normally have? It all kinda blurs together. Do these change when you are adventuring? What? No. Travel: how do you get around locally? I walk. Otherwise I call a cab or take a train. If I’m lucky I get Raphael, best cabbie in town. Do you have a Last Will and Testament? What, so I can pass on my debt? Let em tax my grave What does it say? Go screw yourself The Van pulled up to Dashel’s Apartment. Felise helped Dashel out of the Van. The early morning rays spilled over the horizon like a blanket of honey. The sparkling city highlighted in a thousand twinkling refractions. “It’s okay Felise, I can take it from here.†Dashel said as he tried to stand on his own, almost falling over till Felise caught him again. “No I still have a few more questions†“Holly Krap Felise! More?†“Just a few, I’ll help you up the steps†Miscellaneous What would you like to be remembered for after your death? Just that I was a man who did his job well. It’s all anyone can ask. What kind of threat do you present to the public? Minimal If your features were to be destroyed beyond recognition, is there any other way of identifying your body? There’s my police badge, it saved my life by taking a bullet when Bob was killed. It has my old badge number on it. Felise turns to address some ...other. Perhaps a figment of liquor As a player, if you could, what advice would you give your character? Speak as if he/she were sitting right here in front of you. Use proper tone so they might heed your advice... What? Who you talkin to? [if I were to talk to Dashel I would say: “The death of your father, your mother running out on you, and the death of Robert are not your fault, you have to let them go.†He wouldn’t listen, but at least I could try.] [PS] Felise helped Dashel up the stars to his apartment. He couldn’t realy see straight and he had a hard time opening the door when he got there. He turned around and got real close to felise, leaning himself against the door jam. “Well goodnight Ms. Belleview†“Good night Dashel, and like I said the piece probably won’t run on Sunday.†Dashel gave a wry smile. “With my luck, probably not.†Felise smiled, then paused, and looked questioningly at Dashel’s smiling face. “Hey Felise†“Yea†“So can I redeem that favour†Dashel gave a wide smile. “Right now?†Felise smiled back, placed her hand softly aside Dashel’s face. She drew him in close, so that her perfume was overpowering and he could taste the alcohol on her breath. Their lips almost touched as the flickering light of the hall lamp softly illuminated her twinkling eyes. Then she shoved his face until he toppled head over heels into his apartment. And then, slammed the door on him. Blue looked up from his nap to stare Dashel in the eye. “What are you looking at?†Blue yawned and went back to sleep

“Have no doubt, Mr. Ghost, I am a powerful person. I can get what you ask for. As for help I can provide the good doctor here as assistance, his skills may prove …adequate, but he has no experiance as a rogue. My men and myself lack the … finesse for this kind of job and I heard you were the sort who could provide finesse. But I suppose I heard wrong and you’re not interested in my offer or my money. Perhaps I’ll find another way to accomplish my goal; I wonder what people will think of the Ghost to learn he's frightened of a challenge.†Grey looks at the ghost, takes his bag off the table and puts it back in the folds of his armor, and makes as if to leave.

Dashel sighs audibly. I thought I told him to keep watch pulling himself from his work Dashel reaches into the front of his coat pulling out his .45 and pulling back the hammer halfway. No need to jump to any conclusions. Silently he moves into the hallway and positions himself at the top of the stairs in full cover from the new guests. He knew that Sen was somewhere on this level so he kept his position untill he saw him again. I don't need this guy making any mistakes, or worse making a fool of myself. So is this the villian returning to the scene of the crime, or another cape come to screw up my investigation?

“What indeed Mr. Ghost.†Grey stared across the table at the black suited man. “I have no problem paying any price you ask.†Grey says as he pulls a bag out from the folds of his armor and sets it down with a rattling of metal. He reaches in and pulls out a gold coin of strange make, and with untold lettering. He holds it without care or longing, then puts it back in his bag. “but you seem like a smart man, and you realize the kind of …person I am. So name your price Mr, Ghost,†and Grey leans across the table to stare directly into the ghosts eyes, “and remember, if you work with me, anything is possible.â€Â

Grey seems to search in your eyes for knowledge of what he is talking about, he continues. “Of course Mr. Ghost. My apologies. The job is simple. I want you to sneak into Dr. Albrights laboratory, within there is some kind of magic mirr…†“Computer.†Herr Doctor interrupts with a high-pitched voice with a soft German accent. “And we want you to download all the information on his research onto this:†Herr Doctor pulls out a small black portable hard drive about the size of large CD player and attachable cord and sets it on the table. “you may have to hack in to it,†he continues, “if you need help we are prepared to offer some assistance, but you may have another in mind who is better at such things, yes?†“A team might be useful†Grey continues, “Because Albright is a known Avata…†“Superpower†Herr Doktor interrupts. Grey gives him a piercing stare and he backs off. “Superpower†Grey continues, “Who’s power may exceed your own, as well as security designed to stop intruders. At your request we are also prepared to offer a diversion for the police and any noisy...superpowers, if you think that would be helpful. So Mr. Ghost, are you interested?â€Â

notice and steath

Grey’s eyes stared forward, unwavering “I have… faith in you. Otherwise we wouldn’t be sitting here. Normally I would do this sort of thing myself, but this place is … strange, and I and my men lack the skills needed to perform this task. To… survive in this world, I need power. And the only kind of power that matters is … information Have you ever heard of the Albright Institute?†Herr Doktor sinkers wickedly.

20s for me as well then. And I shoud have a masterwork investigation kit. Hmm, I now see I don't have any ranks in a skill I should have several ranks in... So I'm using a hero point to beginer's luck (search) giving me a total of +7 to the 20 So... Search to find evidence: 27 Investigation to examine evidence found (if any): 37 Notice: 25

I made one investigate roll, but do I need more? For other rooms? How about notice and knowlage?

Dashel looked at the Half a card in his hand, and frowned. "You could have just told me you didn't want it, these things are expensive." He dropped the other half and let it flitter to the floor. "As for the police, ... Then can tend to miss some things. I should know, but I may check the reports latter if I think it should prove useful. You collect your evidence first, kid, and then make your assumptions. Supers, Think they know everything, but can't do a lick of police work on their own." Dashel reach behind his back under his trench to pull out a Military Belt pack. He opened the pack and pulled out a roll of fabric and then snapped the pack back into place. He unhooked the fabric letting it unroll, reveling it to be a lock pick set, but instead of lock picks it had swabs, vials of chemicals and small packages of sterilized equipment. Throwing the roll over his shoulder Dashel pushed past Sen and proceeded carefully back down stairs. “I’m gonna take a look around, kid, why don’t you go make yourself useful and keep watch or something, so we don’t have any more unexpected characters. And stop messing up the crime scene!†When Dashel got back down stairs he put the anoying super out of his mind and took a swig from his hip flask to steel himself for the work ahead. Then without a further word set to work to find out what he could.