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Acrobatics{Tumble+Jump} +9 [5]+{D4}F
Climb +9 [5]+0+4 {Occupation} +4 Cyber
Computer Use +3 [1]+{I2}

Craft (mechanical) + []{I2}S4
Craft (electronic)+ []{I2}S4
Craft (chemical)+ []{I2}S4
Demolitions +6 [4]+{I2}S4
Decipher Script + [0]+{I2}S4
Disable Device +6 [4]{I2}Y{Occupation--Adventurer}
Drive +9 [1]+{D4}F
Escape Artist +4 [0]+{D4}F

Investigate +3 [1]{I2}S4
Intimidate
Knowledge (Arcane Lore) + []{I2}S4
Knowledge (Current Events) + [1]{D4}Y
Knowledge (Pop Culture) + [1]{D4}Y
Knowledge (Technology)+ []{I2}S4
Knowledge (streetwise)+ [1]{I2}Y
Pilot +5 [1]+{D4}F
Profession (Crime Independent Security Contractor) +7 [5]{W0}Y +2 {2 Windfall}
Repair +3 [1]{I2}S4
Linguistics+6 [4]+{I2}Y
Mandarin; German; French; Spanish
research +6 [4]+{I2}S4

Perception +2 [2]+0 N
Sense Motive +1 [1]+0 N
Search +6 [4]+{I2}S4
Slight of Hand + [5]+{D4}F
Stealth +9 [5]+{D4}F2
Survival +0 [0]+0 N
Treat Wounds +6 [4]+0D1 +2 Healing Knack

9+Int{2}{Smart1} x4 (44); 5+Int{Fast2 (2)} (7/level); 58 ranks total,

ACP 0

Wealth: 7{rolled}+2 {start at 3rd level}+1{occupation}+1{profession}+3+3{x2 windfall feats}+2{level up} = 19.

Phase 1: Purchase All The Things under wealth DC 15.

Phase 2: Where the fun begins

Master work SITES M9. DC 18. -1 = 18.
Max dermal armor Black Market, DC +3. DC 28. Take 10 for 28. -1-1=16
Purchase upgraded notebook computer. DC 25 -1-1 = 14
Night vision eyes. DC 19. -1-1 = 11
Climbing Claws. DC 17 -1-1 = 9
Desert Eagle. DC 18 -1-1 = 7
Laser sight. DC 15. -1-1 = 5
Pistol Suppressor. DC 15. -1-1 = 3.

[spoiler=Inventory, not carried]
i) Stored
All the licenses (I'm not even kidding.)
A lot of bags.
10 x digital camera; tiny
10 x disposable camera; tiny
printer
scanner
10 x basic walkie talkies
caller id defeater
bolt cutter
100 x caltrops
demolitions kit
basic electrical tool kit
basic evidence kit
basic mechanical tool kit
10 x fake ID (rank 4)
10 x first aid kit
forgery kit
10 x handcuffs
search and rescue kit
10 x standard binocs
100 x chem light sticks
climbing gear
fire extinguisher
100 x flashlights
100 x penlights
10x gas mask
map (Atlas)
map (tactical map)
100 x portable stove
rope
sleeping bag
tents
100 x trail rations
100 x radio controlled detonators
100 x illuminator
standard scope
a -lot- of ammunition
a -lot- of booze
sap
100 x det cord (black market)
100 x tear gas grenades (BM)
100 smoke grenades
100 x dynamite
100 acid, mild
100 x pepper spray
Medical kit
Surgery kit

Lightly Armored Photojournalist's Vest
cell phone; dim
car opening kit; tiny
duct tape; tiny
fake ID; fine
zip ties; dim
lockpick set; tiny
lock release gun(BM); tiny
multipurpose tool; tiny
5 x chem light sticks; tiny
compass; dimm
standard flashlight; tiny
penlight; dim
trail rations (12); tiny
radio controlled detonator; tiny
knife; tiny
stun gun; tiny
6 sticks dynamite (cut short); tiny
lighter
acid, mild; tiny
taser; small (Concealed carry holster)
pepper spray; tiny
lots of ammunition
silver hip flask of fine bourbon

concealed carry holster (SITES M9)
*Illuminator, standard scope,
hip holster (dessert eagle)
*Illuminator, standard scope, laser sight

$50

As soon as they got to the bar, he just ordered better stuff and burned through the cred, getting mad that he wasn't wasted yet. He returned home and got mad that people were in his house, having fun without him. Just started throwing punches.

"Hey, kid, keep it down."

"Whaaaha?" she stammered, her tears surrendering to her growing confusion. She'd walked many blocks, and saw she was near an alley she ought not be near.

"Keep it down," he repeated, 'he' being a devastatingly handsome older boy of 15 years. He had sea-blue eyes and harvest-wheat hair. "You can cry up a storm later but right now--" his words were cut off as an angry man appeared out of nowhere.

"HEY!" yelled the man. "There you are! Where is it? She got it? Your partner got it? Give it here!" he thundered, stalking toward her.

Without thinking she brought up her taser ('no, srsly, don't leave home without it') and fired. At this range she couldn't miss. The man spasmed twice, wet his pants, and dropped.

As if on cue a pretty asian girl ran up to them, stopped at the boy. "Oh, hey, I got the stuff! Ooooo, looks like you took care of him good already. Wizard!"

"Actually, Spirit," said the beautiful boy, "our...new friend here did the honors. Good job, kid. I guess that means you get a share. We're gonna go fence it, if you wanna come along we can pay you now."

Allie looked at them, eyes wide in pure, unadulterated wonder. She rubbed her eyes, smearing her running mascara even more, and, hypnotically, said an extremely witty, "Yeah."

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Derrick."

After he left, she made a phone call.

Next time she'll be better.  

Everyone else had got out. And the run had paid well.

She made a call. She'd -be- better.  

Frag he was happy.

"Hey, Derrick," called RockOn, "What exactly are we 'just grabbing'? Is it heavy?"

"Absolutely not," he answered. "By all accounts it's just some bottle. A very ,very valuable one, to be sure, but just a bottle. Let's roll!"

****elsewhere***

"Greetings, Lord Borak. I'm sure you'll find that--"

"Shut up," he said, walking down the column-filled corridor, his pearl-inlaid boots making soft clacking sounds on the immaculate marble. While being an orc made people doubt his magical power, it made ordering lackeys much easier. "Every moment I'm here is one more moment I'm not in Erie getting fed grapes by naked elven princesses. I'm here to re-lay a collapsing magical barricade that thinks it's going to usher in the next EarthDawn. If everything is NOT according to my explicit instructions I'm going to start killing people until they are. Speak again and I'll set your vocal chords on fire."

Lord Borak the Despoiler had a lot of work to do. He hated interruptions.

**********************

"Okay, Allie. You grabbed it. Now hang on to it!"

Derrick was beaming. They did it. They FRAGGING DID IT! The object of the run, the bottle, was in her pack. All they had to do was get out.

"Oh. What. The. Frag?" came a booming voice from down the marble hall. The end of the hall where the exit was.

Derrick looked at the focus-speckled orc that was confidently striding down the hall. "He...he isn't supposed to be here."

Somebody opened fire. Then everybody did.

"And here I thought this would be boring," said the orc.

****************

Everyone died.

Except her.

No bullet could touch him. No weapon could harm him. He killed them all.
She just...ran. Ran past him. Through the fire and the flames and the pain and the horrible blue light she ran.

Derrick had been open about where the meet with Mr. Johnson was. She presented the bottle.

Dispassionately he handed over the credstick. There were.... so. many. zeroes.

"Our business is concluded," Mr. Johnson said. Of course it was.

But she had lost him. Lost Derrick, lost everything.

She made a call.

She wouldn't just be better. She'd be...everything.

"Just go," whispered Derrick. He sheathed his pistol and walked away.

She'd heard good things about New Orleans. She bought the first ticket that was going there.

Of course she'd come back. She had to get Derrick back. She knew how. She owed him one million cred. There had to be a way.

The jovial man in a nice suit sat down heavy next to her. He offered a hand and a smile in that way that corporate people do. "Hi there. My name's Propoket."

She didn't want to make small talk, but she had to. She didn't want to offer her name, but she had to offer _a_ name. She wasn't Alanna. She was just...nobody. Like a ghost, or a specter, or a....

"Hi there yerself. I'm Wraith."