In reply to The Keeper (msg # 127):

Matt drops the chair and grabs the big knife from his waist. Taking a swing he attempts to stab the nearest cudgel wielding cultist.

Matthew 'Matt' Clancy rolled 41 using 1d100 with rolls of 41.  Bolo knife attack (52%).
Matthew 'Matt' Clancy rolled 8 using 2d4+2 with rolls of 3,3.  Bolo knife damage.
Matthew 'Matt' Clancy rolled 7 using 1d20 with rolls of 7.  Hit location.
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The Count watches the man drop in front of him as he tracks one of the remaining cultists and fires on the man as soon as the bead of his front sight is obscured by the mans form.

Seeing the man hit the Count looks for another target or trains his gun lower to finish the man off.

Count Sigismund Bathony rolled 4 using 1d100 with rolls of 4.  Handgun = 70%.

Count Sigismund Bathony rolled 8 using 1d10+2 with rolls of 6.  Damage .455 Mk.III.
Count Sigismund Bathony rolled 14 using 1d20 with rolls of 14.  Location.

George expected his cover to adsorb a few hits but that seems to be redundant as he catches a glimpse of clubs being drawn. He then draws a bead of his Browning on the first cultist and fires on the man.

George Perkins rolled 75 using 1d100 with rolls of 75.  Handgun = 67%.
George Perkins rolled 76 using 1d100 with rolls of 76.  Handgun = 67%.
George Perkins rolled 60 using 1d100 with rolls of 60.  Handgun = 67%.

George Perkins rolled 6 using 1d8 with rolls of 6.  Damage.
George Perkins rolled 15 using 1d20 with rolls of 15.  Location.

Not wishing to hit Matt JM moved a bit to the side and fired at the nearest sword waving cultist.

19:13, Today: John-Marc Falcon rolled 4 using 1d10+2 with rolls of 2.  Damage.
18:58, Today: John-Marc Falcon rolled 11 using 1d20 with rolls of 11.  Location.
18:57, Today: John-Marc Falcon rolled 49 using 1d100 with rolls of 49.  Fire Pistol [65].

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 131):

Drawing his well-used and wickedly sharp Bolo knife, Matt successfully faked out the cultist to his right who tried to parry the blow using his spiked club. Like it magically possessed a mind of its own the Bolo knife reversed direction in a flash, slashing backhand across the man's black silk sash and the bare abdomen beneath it. The man's eyes widened in shock and horror as he dropped his club, shrieked, and grabbed at his belly to prevent its contents spilling out. Those eyes then rolled up as he collapsed forward down to the reed-covered barroom floor.

Chalky held his fire, realising how close Matt was to the other Cultist. The others showed no such restraint. There was a fusillade of gunshots from behind the bar in Matt's direction, as it seemed like the fucking Crackers were shooting at him! But no, the bullets were targeting the other cultist. Several bullets struck around both but missing as the Cultist tried to hide behind Matt, but one finally struck the other cultist in the chest. He dropped his club and staggered back into the wall beside the door, sliding down it. More bullets struck harmlessly around him along the way, showering Matt with wood splinters but thankfully nothing more deadly.

Suddenly Matt was the only man left standing by the door. Surrounded by bullet holes with a half-dozen bodies lying at his feet, some dead, some on their way there.

Keeper's Note: There are no standing targets. Only a couple Cultists are actually dead but all are down and those that are alive will not be for long as they bleed out.

The Count checked the outside of the bar and looked to the vehicle that the cultists had arrived in. He used as much of the door frame as he could for cover as he surveyed the scene and looked to locate the driver.


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In reply to Count Sigismund Bathony (msg # 133):

Bathony was in time to see the tail lights of a lorry pulling away in the darkness towards the Cairo highway.
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Breathing heavily the Count turns back to the others "The truck is gone, so there are no others coming ...." Taking a knee he begins to search the bodies and the dyeing, but given past experiences of these cultists he knew it would probably be a futile exercise.


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Once the all clear had been given George took a peak over the top of his table as he righted himself and brushed off the dust and sand that clung to him from the floor. Then looking around he went to check on Ms Holloway and whether she was alright.

Standing by the bar Mr. Perkins will provide cover should the Counts assessment not be accurate.

In reply to George Perkins (msg # 136):

"I guess we'd better make like a shepherd and get the flock out o' here. We can grab out gear quickly and if these loons are anything to go by I'll need my gun to hand as much as possible." says Matt. He doesn't seem over peturbed by the fight but his eyes are darting all over the place looking for more assailants. He carefully wipes his blade before resheathing it.

JM kept his gun out and ready as the Count went out to the door to assess the situation.  He stepped to a window to support should there be trouble.  As the lorry roared off JM shook his head.  "They are tracking us one way or another.  We have to be more careful for mundane tails as well as other methods."  He smiled ruefully over at Matt; "Sorry for the violent introduction Matt, Chalky, these fellow mean business.  If you want to reconsider I'll understand.  We have a car and can drop you off anywhere you like.  If you're still game then we have a car..."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 138):

Matt grins "Still not dead so I'm still in. Our lives are often like this in our line of work. Still need to get my guns and some other bit before we can make our getaway. If we've got an aircraft that we can use it'll stop the tails, at least for a while."

JM clapped Matt on the back in a comradely fashion.  "Well done Matt.  I hate to draw you into this but we can use people upon who we can rely."  He considered the offer.  "We could have the car driven back to Cairo and fly to the aerodrome outside of town.  That might confuse things for a bit.  The problem is that we might be tracked... well, magically. I'm not the expert in that."  He waved to his comrades.  "Count, Cynthia, do you think we are being magically tracked?"

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 140):

"Magically? What like voodoo or something? That's just what those kooks in New Orleans do, magic ain't real."

Chalky leans down and looks at the prone form of Mehmet twisted on the floor. The poor man's eyes are wide open with shock even in death.

"Bastards. Mehmet was a good bloke."

He slides the magazine out of his pistol and inserts a new one, lost in his thoughts and missing out on the conversation on magic.

JM shook his head slowly.  "Like voodoo but... well... real.  Call it magic or voodoo or anything else but we've seen things that can't be explained otherwise."

Cynthia extracts herself from behind the bar. "Gentlemen, thank you... Had your senses or skills been a little duller, that might have been the end."

She checks them briefly for anything that might help in visiting the pyramid; sigils, pouches, or keys namely. She isn't spending the time going through pockets, just a cursory view of the less gory members. "They could be scrying us, as we did them. I don't have any way to know. I can try and mimic the professor's methods, but I'm not sure if we can stand the delay."

In reply to Cynthia Jane Holloway (msg # 144):
Matt looks incredulous but remains calm and says "You guys want to lay off the gin or absinthe, it turns you mad. You ever heard the saying about mad dogs and Englishmen? Anyway, I reckon if we fly away and these loonies show up we'll call it 'magically' tracked otherwise we escaped fair and square."

Chalky has just picked up the thread of the conversation and says "look, we have to get out of here. Those gunshots and the rest of that racket will have the coppers here in a few minutes and we're looking at a few weeks in gaol for just being here, let alone shooting a dozen Arabs."
He gestures to outside. "Let's shake a leg, we'll follow you."

JM holds the door open for the others.  "We can fly back if it will help break the tracking... ability.  Regardless we have no time to dally Cynthia."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 147):

"I'm ready to go. One last thing before we leave though, should we torch this place? It might look like Mehmet was killed in a botched robbery and the others who got away set the pub ablaze." Matt asks.

JM nodded; "We'll meet you at the airport outside Cairo if you two want to fly Matt.  That way we'll have your aircraft handy and you can fetch your gear."  He turned to the others. "Burning the place down has merit.  It will simplify things with the authorities."

In reply to John-Marc Falcon (msg # 149):

"Sounds good, we'll see you there. Come on then Chalky, lets go and get our stuff together." Matt leaves and climbs into the truck waiting for Chalky to catch up.

"Sure thing mate." Chalky clambers into the truck with him. He sticks his head out and say to the others "See you soon, I'll bring the beer."

In reply to Andrew 'Chalky' White (msg # 151):

Matt roars off in a cloud of dust and diesel fumes heading for the aerodrome.