OOC: Hold your horses. You're not in the room yet. Although I apologize that the logistics of simply getting to the right room in the right building has taken so long...
Screed walks over to room 1018 and walks in, as the rest of the group follows.
Immediately, Screed realizes that rushing into the room so quickly may have been a mistake. Three men and two women spin on you. They quickly draw weapons...and no unawakened human can move that fast.
They are dressed in black leather, each wearing sunglasses and having slicked back hair. Each has some sort of attachment -- half a headphone, earpiece, or small headset -- on his or her face.
The woman with short, dark hair speaks. "What is your purpose?" Her monotone voice is all too calm.
And her gun is all too steady.
This message was last edited by the GM at 23:21, Fri 13 Jan 2006.