[Meanwhile, Montana is fighting Tilda. He's managed to disarm her, but she falls into a martial artist's stance.] [Montana's fighting Tilda INSIDE the museum. :X] (Tehnically, I think I pulled the bag from her?) ( It's on the floor between you both ) ( Oh, nevermind. I guess she still has her gun. ) [Tilda moves for the bag, shooting as she goes to cover herself.] ( Nevermind ) (?) [Tilda was going to do that, but her gun jams. So she just dives for the bag instead.] * Montana counts his lucky something or others as he was already running for the bag, and he goes for it as well! ( You collide head to head and knock each other out. ) ( Gimme a body roll o/~ ) (Seriously?) (Okay, there you have it!) [Thanks to Gordo's warning (and more importantly, a good roll), Montana is able to dive behind a display as the outer wall explodes inward. Tilda manages to do the same, though the statue of Horus is ruined. More importantly, Montana's lost sight of the satchel.] * Montana curses, because cursing is the right thing to do in this instance. He edges around his cover, trying to get a glance at the satchel. [Tilda also searches for the satchel, keeping one eye on Montana.] ( Gimme a sight check ) [Montana spots the satchel! The strap is caught under the ruined statue of Horus, but it seems otherwise intact.] [Tilda also spots it, however, and goes for it immediately.] * Montana snaps his whip out, trying to trip her (again!) as he runs for the satchel as well. (Needs I DR that?) ( You need to wait for your turn :P ) (Oh, sorry!) [Montana! You've got 3 new people staring at you through a hole in the wall.] (What, they're staring at me and not at the female me?!) :O (Tilda!) (She's got a suit pretty much like mine and is also chick. Hence.) ( They're looking into the museum in general :P ) (Okay, so they're NOT staring at me. Got it.) * Sonia comms, ~You need to hurry, Montana, the chopper's giving you friends.~ ( Well, Brick might be. ) (Okay, so.) (How close am I actually to this satchel.) (How close is Tilda to this satchel.) (How dusty madness is this area, as in clutter and debris and stuff that'll generally catch your eye away from either of us? The satchel's half under a statue, so.) * Montana would comm back, but he's KIND OF BUSY here and also not super keen on giving his location away again. ( You're about halfway to it, same as Tilda. It's very dusty, with lots of rubble.] ) (Halfway to it?) ( Halfway to it ) (So what does that mean...? Like, I can get there in one turn, or?) ( You can. So can Tilda, who's going for it. ) ( It'll probably involve rolls :P ) * Montana takes advantage of the rubble, then, and runs for the satchel, snapping his whip to trip Tilda on the way. Hopefully *she'll* provide enough of a distraction for him. (There! What rolls do you want me to make? ( An attack roll and a body roll. ) ( Power lifting applies, or anything else you can use to get the satchel out of there. ) (Attack first, then, as I think about the second.) (How easy would it be to just remove the statue from the bag?) ( It wouldn't be, too close to the statue. ) ( If you have a knife you can cut it out, but even that'd take time ) (Yeah, I was basically thinking of using my laser cutter to just slice the straps off.) [Incidentally, Montana attempts to trip Tilda, but she's able to avoid his attack.] (Sigh, I guess I'm just going to have to pull it out by force. Or try, anyway.) (Is that high enough?) ( K, body roll then ) (I did!) ( Gimme a melee defense roll ) (Hells yeah!) [Montana manages to both get the satchel out and trip Tilda as she approaches.] (Sweet!) ( Now gimme a strength roll o/~ ) (What!) (Is that high enough?) ( Nope ) (DR3, I suppose.) (Better, at least!) [No sooner does Montana start to celebrate his victory than Brick points to him. The woman in the chopper holds out her hand, and the satchel starts moving towards her of its own accord. Luckily Montana manages to keep a hold of it.] * Montana comms, ~I could really use some fucking help here! There's a TK or somethin' and THREE of those guys, including Mr. Invincible!~ [No more chopper! But gimme a body roll.] (Who was still in the chopper?) (That TK, right?) ( Yah ) (Anyone else?) (Ugh, not the best. Wait, would anything apply, like acro or whatnot?) ( Brick and the shirtless guy ) (Nice!) ( I guess unarmed (wrestling) would ) * Sonia comms, ~Givin' the helicopter something it can feel,~ a few moments before the helicopter's rotors explode with a sonic boom, sending it spiraling away from the museum! (Tilda's grabbing my leg? That's a defense roll. XP) ( Where'd I say she was grabbing your leg? :P ) (Oh, well then.) (Uh, I don't have unarmed or whatever, so let's see what surprise you have for me then?) [Tilda leaps to her feet and grabs the satchel, yanking it out of Montana's hands. "Let go of that!"] (Man.) ( you're up ) * Montana yanks the bag back as best as he can with a, "Sure, if you do the same," then assuming he gets it, runs full speed for the GAPING HOLE in the side of the room. And he can run really fast! (Yes, I was typing.) [Montana's master plan is foiled when he fails to get the bag back.] [Tilda may be smirking, though since she's wearing a mask it's hard to tell. ] (>_<) [It's actually Tilda's turn, who attempts to wrestle the bag from Montana.] ( Unarmed (wrestling) roll. Because even though you didn't get it, you still have a grip on it ) (Sweet, it'd be weird if I randomly let go!) ( Tilda escapes when Montana suddenly forgets he has hands and feet! Oh noes! ) (Damn! I should never have taken that defect!) [Montana doesn't get the bag, but he doesn't lose hold either. Tilda grunts with the struggle. "I forgot what a bastard you are! Just let go!"] * Montana rolls his eyes, though Tilda can't see it. He yanks at the bag again. "Look, it's only because I'm a gentleman that you haven't gotten a BULLET IN YOUR HEAD, because in case you forgot, I still have a working gun." (It's also because I can't roll well the second time that I NEVER GET OUT OF HERE.) * Montana comms, ~Yeah.~ * Sonia comms, just above that, ~Clear out here. Comin' in?~ (Reverse those.) [Montana fails to get the bag again! Tilda scoffs. "A working gun provided by your new masters, no doubt. At least I still have my pride as a thief."] Like you don't work for pay. ["I work for myself. If someone wishes to pay me for it, I'll not deny them."] ( Montana, gimme an unarmed defense roll o/~ ) (D:) [Sonia swings down from the roof, entering the room just as Tilda shoves Montana to the ground. She begins to run off through the museum with the satchel.] * Sonia lands in a slight crouch as Montana falls to the ground, and her eyes snap to Tilda's running. "Drivin' em off," she says lowly. * Montana grunts, obviously annoyed. "Not the time." * Sonia comms, ~Shiho's on the roof alone, the other thief's running.~ * Montana jumps to his feet and runs after Tilda, cracking his whip in an attempt to trip her (again), as the satchel's in front of her. [Montana trips Tilda once more, sending the satchel flying down the hall. "Fuck you and that whip!"] * Montana grins, not that anyone can see it. * Sonia says, "You two can do that another time," as she levels her gun at Tilda and pulls the trigger. "I got a boy to drive." (Total attack, as usual.) [And Tilda shrieks as she's shot from behind. She starts crawling to her feet.] ( Oh, it's her turn :o ) [She does crawl to her feet, shouts, "You bitch!" (fyi: I almost typed "You birch".) and flings a pellet towards the two.] ( Gimme ranged def rolls! ) (We're not exactly next to each other though, I don't think. I took off running, but Sonia hasn't?) (Yeah, I didn't.) ( Then towards Sonia ) 2d6+3 ( Now give me a body roll o/~ ) 2d6+6 [The pellet hits the ground before Sonia and bursts open, a noxious green gas filling the area.] [Sonia's unable to react in time and breathes the stuff in, leaving her incapacitated in a fit of coughing and choking.] * Sonia 's eyes widen, then she starts coughing violently! Not fun! (If I'm running at full speed, can I get the satchel on my turn and keep booking it out?) (Fast + 6 body) ( Sure ) (Is there a window nearby?) ( Yep! ) * Montana makes a mad dash for the satchel, as he curls the whip over his shoulder, leaping over Tilda and comming, ~Sonia's down, bring gas masks.~ He snatches the satchel and keeps running for the nearest window, drawing his gun and shooting it out if possible. Hey, Tilda did have a good idea back when. (Need me to be rollin'?) ( Yep ) [Montana destroys a window!] (MURDERER!) (I AM MONTANA, MURDERER OF WINDOWS.) [Tilda chases after Montana, and she's surprisingly fast, too. Who knew?] ( Gimme a body roll :D ) (Argh! >_<) * Montana comms, ~Then hold your fucking breath!~ [Montana keeps ahead!] * Montana shoots at Tilda's leg in an effort to slow her down before diving out of the window, twisting himself to land his feet on the side of the building and keeping with the running. [Montana successfully hits Tilda, causing her to fall as he jumps out the window.]