People started to slowly come awake, draw their weapons.
Exiting the mobile home, Peter asked Jane to man the .50. Jane sprinted by him, heading for the technical, vaulting into the truck bed.
Inside the rig's trailer, Sullivan and Smoker drew their weapons and moved to the rear doors and looked out into the darkness. Rowan readied her AK and moved to the door as well, relaying what Trickster (her "pet" coyote) had told her. The red dot of the rifle laser played into the darkness.
Outside by the rig, Jason and Roadkill pursued the mysterious figure back through the cab of the truck. They stood, peering into the darkness. It became terrifyingly obvious that the fight wasn't over when there was a roar of minigun fire and whanging of bullets off the rig's armoured sides as pink tracers streaked towards them in the darkness. As the incoming fire seemed to be primarily aimed at Roadkill, he dove into the open cab door to escape them.
NEW TURN: Please post Initiative.
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Semi-Intact Mobile Home
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R = Roadkill
S = Jason Sinclair
J = Jane
P = Peter
N = Smoker Nix
I = Sgt. Ian Sullivan
Rt= Rowan/Trickster
T = Patchy
This message was last edited by the GM at 06:46, Thu 24 May 2012.