House Call

[artman01]

I perpare to jump the fence and rush the van once im given the order

[Storyteller]

You all wait for a few moments, in suspended silence.

You hear the engine start up round the other side of the house.

The voice comes again, louder this time.

"Karla, we're moving."

Another pause, and you hear someone retreating from the fence, and hushed voices.

[Smoothie]

Wic takes a quick peek over the fence.

[Storyteller]

You can see two guys from where you are. One round, outside the back of the van, the back doors of which are open, and one in the drivers seat, worryingly close to you. Fortunately, you don't think he spots you.

Your positions are rough. The 'Je' is of course, Jessie, though she's a little further over, to prevent being seen.

[artman01]

I get right in Wic's ear and wisper "Trey and I can take the one in back you and Jessie take the driver."

[Smoothie]

Wic nods to John and gives Trey an encouraging nod.

As they go to the east, he walks threw the gate and hits the driver with monsterous countenance.

Now the question is, will he run? ...Or drive?

[artman01]

I jump the fence and rush the back and throw my knife aiming for the persons shoulder more or less to distract him and follow that up with a drop kick.

[Storyteller]

Wic: You nod to Jessie, and she moves after you. You step though the gate, and look at the driver.

You hiss.

He screams.

You see him disappear down into the foot area of the driver's seat.

Discipline: Exceptional Success

There is a about a half meter between the van and fence.

Jessie moves up to the door, but turns to you, looking for instruction.

John:

Dexterity+Athletics+1(E)-1= 5 Pool
Failure

You throw your knife at the guy, getting a headstart, but it goes wide, clattering to the floor. You leap over fence at him as he turns.

A bullet whistles past you, and you see wood splinter off the fence opposite, as Trey too misses his mark.

You kick out at the guy as you come forward, catching him above the leg. Strength + Brawl + 1 = 6 Pool; 2 successes

The guy seems to forgo the conventional use for the gun in his hand, instead proceeding to slam it towards you, but you easily push his arm to one side.

Trey's second shot narrowly misses you, and grazes the guys left arm.


Now you can see into the back of the van; there are 2 more guys in there, and something else at the back, could be someone lying down, but you can't quite see.


Guy 1: //
John: X (this is carried over from the last alley you were in, if my sheet is right)

[Smoothie]

Wic points to the back of the van and heads back along the passenger side of the van. He indulges in an apraising look at the van.

I could drive this, and the price might just be right.

Back to business.

He approaches the back of the van hunched over with his knives at the ready.

[artman01]

I try to move out from behind the van around to the side and out of Trey's line of fire and I yell out "two more."

[Smoothie]

Hearing John, Wic thinks, What a shame. Then he stabs the front right tire with a knife, and once penitrated, follows up with an efficient slash.

[Storyteller]

John:
You move round, forcing the other guy to turn, or expose himself, which puts him nicely in Trey's sights, and blocks the other two in the van from firing at you, if that was their plan.


Wic:
One down; that should slow things up nicely.

You come round the side, and Jessie moves off up the other. As you come round, you're greeted with John duking it out with some pistol-armed guy. You're out of sight of the van's interior, so you can't see anything in there. You can see Trey behind the fencing, popping off shots.

John:
The guy swings at you again, scoring a hit to your face. You feel it in your teeth, but you don't think you've lost anything //.

He starts to move to the side, trying to avoid you, and clear the way, but two gunshots fire off, and you see two patches of red appear in your guy. Even as he's moving, he falls to the floor, unconscious. Probably nothing fatal. Yet.


Guy 1: XXXXX//
John: X//

[Smoothie]

As the air hisses out of the tire, Wic moves toward the back of the van. He comes around looking for targets.

[artman01]

I ripe the gun from the downed man and go down on one knee and point the barrle of the gun in the back and open fire in a fan pattern trying to stay above the person laying down.

[Smoothie]

When the shooting starts, Wic takes a step back but is ready to move should anyone emurge and come at John or himself