Re: Exit, Pursued by a Bear
As the group is purchasing tactical resources such as hot dogs, a black limousine pulls up on the far side of the parking lot. The engine idles. To the south side of the lot, a combat helicopter lands, the backblast whipping at your clothes and such. The helicopter touches down and the rotors slow down. Then the cockpit opens, and a man climbs out, dressed all in the blackest black that ever did black, carrying two swords and a submachine gun, half of his face covered with cyber.
While taking his place, there's an explosion to the north side of the lot, and a motorcycle jumps over it and lands, and a tall elf dismounts. He's wearing clothes even blacker than the last guy, and also carries a sword, a pair of handguns, and what appear to be a bandolier of C4 primers.
The doors open on the limo, and three big, hulking, elf body guards climb out, wearing black suits and black shades. Owing to the black shades, they have to look around a few times to see anything here, in the middle of the night. It only takes a moment to realize they're all packing.
And finally, out steps Fortuna, carrying with him a briefcase. He smiles as he sees the group.
"Oh, hey! Driver, why did you park on this side of the parking lot? My friends are over there. Yoo-hoo! I'm over here. I'm coming over to talk about those damned drop bears and their plans for global dominance."