And so it began:
Sita's brilliant mind immediately takes stock of the situation. An ambush. She and her companions, all sitting out in the open, all inside a prearranged kill zone. The attackers, hidden by obscuring mist, protected by animating plant life. The circumstances were not in their favor, and there were only bare moments left to tilt the scales.
She takes a deep breath and looks around at them all, realizing it was perhaps the last time that she would call some of them her friend. In the end, she hoped that they would understand. For it was time, now. Time for all the masks to fall away . . .
She reaches into her other bag, the one filled with corruption and death, and removes a heavy Victorian-era pistol. Rather than preparing to fire it herself, however, she instead drops it at Ben Altman's feet. She knew he was a professional soldier. From his previous comments, probably the most . . . pragmatic of the group. He would do what needed to be done, if it should ever come to that.
Looking him in the eye, in the gravest of tones, she says, "If I lose control, you need to kill me with this when I come back. I'm trusting you to do it. Kill me dead."
And with that, she then breaks into a full-speed run, disappearing into the mist.
OOC:
Taking a full Run movement, 100m movement rate. My roll to disappear into the mist:
00:30, Today: Dr. Sita Chandrasakar rolled 9 using 1d20.
Action value 13 - 1 from roll + 3 from Pierre's buff = 15 vs DN 10, Good success.
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