Ghost portals a group consisting of Noah, Argentus (wit Mecha-Jitters), and Sal out in front of an old apartment building, complete with wire fence. The place was in decent enough repair and a bit... exposed. Passers-by stopped to gape at the giant mechanical dragon and smaller giant mechanical squirrel.

 The MIB agent had faded into the shadows but the group was facing immediate attention. Cellphone cameras were being brought out, pictures taken, and videos made.

Argentus made a mental note to ask Ghost how she avoided death by paradox from doing things like dropping the group somewhere so public.  He did not look toward the cameras as he hurriedly opened the door for Sal and the Mecha to enter the building.

Sal kept the mask that came with the armor Noah gave him opaque, though he wasn't worried about a camera catching his identity. He declared, "This was supposed to be a closed set dammit! Oh well, we're on a tight schedule. Action!" and quickly moved inside the door.

14:44, Today: Sal rolled 3 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,2,4,10(+10,2),9,7,7,2.  Manipulation+subterfuge+wp.

The Ed209's older brother's voice came on the quiet speaker. "Affirmative, the soviet threat shall never take over America." Noah was not a very good actor. Noah crouched a bit and made his way through the front door. He was the size of a large horse but he could still get around.

It would likely end up that he would be the distraction so the others could do their job.

 The moment the group moved into the door, a man called out from above. "Who are you? What do you... what the fuck is that thing?!?!"

Sal clears the part of the mask around his eyes and looks up into the man's eyes, "Go to your favorite dining establishment. Have a meal. Don't think about this."


22:13, Today: Sal rolled 1 success using 9d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((7,2,4,5,6,6,6,8,7)).
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Argentus looked around in the hall and the stairway with his prime and spirit sight.  "Anyone have any idea where our targets are?"

A portion of Noah's head covering... tank... lifted as he looked at Argy. It looked like he had angry eyebrows but it was just lifting the cameras to expose a visor so he could use his normal eyes.

There was a red dot and a blue dot glowing behind the darkened visor. Noah started looking around for the magical signature of the beads.

 The man on the stairwell pulled out a gun. "You guys better tell me what the fuck that thing is or things are gonna get real bad."

 You can hear movement and doors opening from above you.

"It's a movie prop.  Is this not the set that was getting prepped for the show?"  Argentus said, perpetuating the story from outside.  Of course, he delivered it flatly and lamely, with intonation that would have made the most gullible child think that he was - at the very least - hiding something.


13:23, Today: Argentus failed (no successes) using 3d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 6,4,5.  Lying like a liar!

At least it wasn't a botch?

 "You think I'm stupid?"

 There were more men gathering on the stairwell. Most already had guns drawn.

The tank helm turned to one side, "Obstruction, no traces found. Detecting alternate route in." With that he turned and there was a clear woosh and thud from outside indicating he just landed on the roof.

Over the ear buds: "Making it clear I am going roof side so they will move the bulk of their people away from the stairwell. I will try to play decoy to free you guys up a bit."

 "It's on the roof!"

 The majority of the men ran up the stairwell while three of them remained behind, opening fire.

 The bullets connect, hitting Sal twice and Argentus once.

Noah nodded at the MIB agent and moved over pressing a claw on the door but kept his body out of the line of fire. He started pushing on the door to make it moan and groan as all he was there to do was to get people to pay attention to him rather than everyone else. Better everyone was going to be jogging upstairs and sucking in lots of air.

"Contacted MIB, gas apparently on the way." came quietly over the ear buds.

Argentus grunted as the bullet pierced his magical armor and struck hard against the armor suit Noah had made.  Since MIB had a way to theoretically rehabilitate these men, for their sakes - and certainly not for the sake of the MIB slackers - he didn't want to kill them.  "Jitters, please go knock them around a bit 'til they fall asleep."  He requested.  Then he moved to try to get better cover from their bullets.

 "For the bean!"

 Jitters scampered up the inside wall of the stairwell, drawing enemy fire and giving Argentus and Sal ample time to find cover. Meanwhile, they could notice a faint mist coming in through the ventilation. It was time to put masks on (the MIB provided them before you left).

 Meanwhile, the group that had followed Noah began beating on the door, trying to force it open.

Sal shrugged off most of the damage, and took cover as he put the mask on. He likely didn't need it, but it didn't hurt to play it safe, and it gave him something to do while the gas went to work.

Argentus slipped on his mask and fired a few bullets up the stairs.  He was trying to distract their opponents and distract them from trying to save themselves from the gas more than anything.

 Jitters made it to the top of the stairs and immediately began to maul the first enemy he found with blade-like appendages protruding from his forearms.

 … then Argentus fired his gun and an arc of electricity shot out and struck the railing.

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…
…

 He had not noticed just how loud the storm around him had become until it stopped entirely.

one count...
two count...
three count...

 and then lightning struck the roof of the building, melting the lightning rod Noah was standing near as the wind picked up full force, howling in its rage so loudly that verbal communication had become impossible.

 Glass shattered, sending the men at the top of the stairs for cover.