The Floating Island of the Sleeping God wrote:Shrapnel from the crate shot over Krouse. Most pinged off of his clothes harmlessly, but one left a long gouge down his left bicep. Well, fistfights were never really in the cards to begin with. I can make do. He sprinted for the nearest cover in his line of sight, a pile of rubble a good 15 yards north where he slid to the ground, winded from being blown up. Picking out splinters, he cradled the gun with one hand, muttering to himself. "Well, fuck you too. Guess that's what I get for thinking that the would be a team-building exercise." He panned the gun around at the East side. Nah. The crate didn't explode from my side, it exploded from the opposite side. We know this because it exploded instead of me. Shooter must be West...but what if it's a trick to make me stop looking East? Or is it a double bluff and they know I know they know that
"Francis! Get a hold of yourself!
"Right."
"Keep to solid cover, don't make your position known anymore, and keep an eye out for the remaining instructors."
Krouse sighed deeply, taking yet another moment to evaluate and regret his path in life. You know who's not getting blown up right now? Your college roommate. Sure, he smokes a lot of weed, but somehow his life decisions have brought him to a better place than yours. Fuck it, might as well get one target out of the way before they stop playing around and blow us all to pieces. Krouse looked out over the cover through the scope of his rifle at the forklift he had spied earlier, waiting for whoever's muzzle flash he had seen during the first volley. An assault rifle wasn't much against whatever they probably had back there, but it was something. Krouse wasn't reacting any more. He was acting. And maybe the element of surprise would be enough for one clean takedown before he slipped up against their absurd odds. Or they could just pull out a rocket launcher or something and turn him into a fine paste. Better to think on the plucky underdog angle than the statistically likely death angle.
But nothing poked its head out. Rather, a giggle sounded from behind the kids, and then a boy's playful voice rang out. "Dana? Nolan's come to take you with him!"
A young girl spoke up. "But Nolan, Karlson said that you could only play with her if you beat up the other kiddies first."
Nolan laughed. "Ok, Lily. Let's hurry."
His .50 cal. pistols flashed into life as he began blasting away at the recruits. Several bullets were sent flying at Jack, Laura, Clarence, and Krouse.
Test for JLCK:
SPD of 2 required to dodge all bullets. SPD of 1 results in minor wound to 1 limb. SPD of 0, and you've become shit.