Quicky will hop the fence and sneak up to one of the buildings.
stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
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[ooc]Is there access to the sub basement level from anywhere outside? Even underwater?"[/b]
Also not being particularly investigative, Quicky will have spent his 'off' time breaking up crimes around town at high (but not hazardous) speeds.
"Yeah what are we going to do? I understand we need evidence instead of rubble. I could easily do rubble. "
"Honestly I doubt I have the patience for the sneaky sneaky stuff. Accelerated perception of time makes things drag on a lot. "
"Ok, fine, but are we going to Gideon's HQ or what?"
"Ok, then what do we do? I don't have the training or experience for espionage or investigation. "
"Now we're talking. We can go bust heads right?" as he starts cracking his knuckles.
Quicky will take a beer and drink it. Mostly to be polite since in this form his metabolism to far too fast for alcohol to work.
"Looks like you have some payback to dish out there buddy. " upon seeing the profligate scars.
"So what now? Do we track down all of Gideon Enterprises? Do we go all the way to Wayne? I suspect I need to punch someone, but I'm fuzzy on who. "
Put the points into 2 ranks of improved critical on his unarmed attack.
"Maybe we should just bring them in to be interrogated by experts. Let me go grab their car so I can carry them easily. " and he will run off, grab the truck and carry it back.
Into his com "Slade, We've got this place mopped up. Resistance was minimal. I can contact authorities to pick them up, unless you want us to do something else. "
"Ok, harming is back on the table. " and he will rush up and give a trident wielder a love tap.
to hit: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19 toughness save DC 30 (he will pull his punch if necessary to avoid making a smear of the guy).
Unless he sees a number of other vehicles around, Quicky will pick up the truck and move it about a mile away, then he will go into the building and announce "Ok, we're with PILOT. Come along quietly and you won't be harmed. You have some questions to answer. "
Into his com "Shayera, they are charging the weapons, we better hit them now before they work. You move in when ready, I can catch up quickly enough. "
and he will wait till she attacks to join in.
Quicky will head up to the building and try to find a window to peek through and motions to Wingblade to get into position to assault the place.
Haunt, I think you were supposed to be at the other location.
"We have a destination Slade. It's a warehouse in Norwalk. Do we wait or go in for a closer look? Alternatively, we could go in and bust heads. Shayera looks like she wants to bust heads. "
"Roger, on it. " Quicky will follow the truck as instructed, trying not to be obvious. He will move from cover to cover while keeping it in sight.
"Roger, on my way. I'll avoid breaking windows. "
and he heads back a a fast pace, but nothing near supersonic, dropping the latest unconscious mugger in a heap.
I generally go to a friend's house and consume too much beer and horse doovers.
Then we watch the TV stuff. Nothing exciting.
1999 I deliberately went to bed early just to spite everything.
I'm OK with waiting (odd that the game just now popped up on my list).
Gotta tend to life first.
"Ok, will do. " and he jogs off. That's well subsonic, so no window casualties.
He'll find some grub, stop some muggings, and see the sights.
"Can't I at least go get some pizza or something? I'm getting bored and hungry here, and a bunch more hours of waiting really doesn't go well with my sped up perceptions. "
"So how do we do this? Subtle or my way? " looking at Slade.
"Roger, waiting for backup. "
When you experience reality at 10x the normal rate, getting bored is a large threat.
"Update here, I see a truck heading for the warehouse. I can intercept if you like. "
"Gave the area a once over, and found a good vantage. Nothing happening of interest. "
Into his com. "Ok, I'm perched on a decent vantage here about half a block out. You can GPS the comm to get the location. Don't see any activity at the moment. "
He will spend some time after circling picking the best vantage as requested.
"Where do you want me to meet you? I'm gonna go scout?" and when he gets a rendezvous location he takes off at a mild pace (200 MPH or so) and circles the warehouse taking a careful look for guards and whatnot. He has telescopic vision so he doesn't need to get too close, and he can keep to cover.
stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
"Sounds like we should hit the warehouse. I'll buzz on over there" then seeing Slade start to look at him "At a measured pace and find a place to scope it out from cover. "
"Yeah, I really don't like that guy being up on us in knowledge. Who knows what else he might have? Though if those weapons are as bad as we think, a bunch of street thugs with them could cause all kinds of havoc. "
"Nevermind, I'll just jog. "
"Urgently? " he asks with a smirk.
Having surgery today (just a shoulder), but expect to be fairly groggy and useless for a while (not sure on duration). If my posting is a bit slow, bot me as needed.
Once he is deplaned, any sense of nervousness goes away.
"Do we meet them at the warehouse or what?"
Quicky will buckle himself in and start tapping his foot. He's not overly good at letting something else move him in this rom.
Since he eats quite fast (like most other things he does), he goes through the snacks in short order.
"Well I had a fairly boring night. Just moving some crates for someone. I was a bit curious that somehow this guy got my civvie name, which concerns me a bit. I mean to look into him. Name was Richmond Destine. Anyone know of him? Company was Hammerdown Transportation. "
Then he looks a bit pensive. Hmm, trident markings on those crates? Atlantean? Crap, I wonder if I took the wrong job. Better fess up now or I'll look dirty if it comes up later.
"Oh yeah, and the crates I was moving had tridents on them, which does raise a flag now that you mention Atlantean. Honestly, I didn't see anything suspicious at the time. I can show you where the warehouse was. "
"Muh huh" he replies while busily stuffing his face and tosses over the pretzels.
"Cabin, check. Thanks." and he quickly moved into the cabin and starts looting for snacks. He is back out in short order stuffing his face. " Good to see you again. " he managed during a short pause in consumption.
"Ok, sounds good. I'll go get a seat. Any provisions on board? I kinda skipped breakfast. "
"Damage? Me? Well you said urgent, so it's not like I stopped to check, but I can imagine there might be a few broken windows along my path. " he replies a touch sheepishly.
"Hey, at least I avoided residential areas this time. The golf courses might need a bit of sod though now that you mention it..."
"But you did have something you needed me for right?"
After being processed by the guards (ID checked, retinal scan, etc.) he will hoof it to the waiting jet "Yep, here now. They just needed to check me in. " The check in took time, getting there didn't.
He sees one jet ready for take off and heads for that, skipping the boarding stairs, he simply jumps up through the door and alights inside.
"Ok, one speedster reporting for whatever it is I'm reporting for. "
Once Quicky is out the door, he decides that they did say 'urgent' so he cuts loose. Rapidly getting up to max speed of over 2000 MPH, he covers the distance door to door in a bit over a minute.
Hmm, hope I didn't break too much with those sonic booms. Well they can send the bills to PILOT, it's their fault.
Showing up at the guard station, ID in hand "Quicky here, Blademaster called. " noting that the guards are have their hands over their ears because of the loud crack from the incoming boom, he repeads "Uh, yeah sorry about the noise guys, Blademaster told me to hurry. Quicky here, I assume they warned you. "
Ok, looking it up, Leesburg is 31 miles as the crow flies or about 46 if you take surface roads (or run next to them as the case may be). Basically a negligible time if he cuts loose.
"What!?! 10!?! Jeez, later night than I thought. I'll be there stat. "
He will get up, bring on his metal skin, then grab some quick food for on the way (protein bars and such). He can always get a shower later.
If he can avoid populated areas on the way there, he will take it up to full speed since it appears to be a rush.
Not sure of the distance in question. Max speed is in the realm of the silly, so he is more limited by not wanting to pop a bunch of sonic booms around windows.
Could also be that Quicky slept in after a late night. He just thinks it is the middle of the night.
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