Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

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I fill a glass bottle with water, load it into my Molotov Launcher and shoot the fire with it.
"Okay, let's get this thing we're here for before somebody comes to investigate."

I search the gangster's pockets for loot.

"No doubt they heard the skirmish."

The dorky desk clerk hits the silent alarm and cowers in fear behind his desk.

SECURITY will arrive in two turns.

MPD will arrive in five turns.

No rush though. The only thing to worry about is getting that stupid thing out of there.

I open a portal using the saw that's big enough to fit the thing we're stealing through.

I respawn.
"Fuck. I'm gonna search these guys to see if any of them have any instrument cases."

I respawn.
"Sorry about the eye-murder, Zombie."
I peer over the desk at the Dorky Desk Clerk.
"Yo. How's life?"

"Uh..."

Paddy the Second:
I open a portal using the saw that's big enough to fit the thing we're stealing through.

Awesome. Now you just need to figure out how to get it through. Not like there's a forklift around or anything.

Maybe that dork can help you out.

SECURITY will arrive next turn.

I continue looking for instrument cases.

"Hey you fucking idiots follow my lead and hold off any security guys who appear." I run to the desk clerk and ask for a forklift.

"HOLD THE LINE AND SHIT!"

I give up searching.
"Damn it. Oh well, can't win them all."
I begin covering the entire area in gasoline.

"Anyone by any chance have aluminum powder and rust? Iron, preferably."

Paddy the Second:
"Hey you fucking idiots follow my lead and hold off any security guys who appear." I run to the desk clerk and ask for a forklift.

"U-uh we have a crane."

He points to a fairly large crane hanging above him. It's a bit on the small side, but it'll do.

SECURITY has arrived. Two stiffs with blackjacks and tazers.

SECURITY: IIIIIIIIII

MALL TEAM: II

MPD will arrive in three turns.

I spit in the face of chemistry and offer Salt some non-iron rust.
"Why do you need that stuff, anyway?"

I draw my revolvers and shoot both security guards in their faces.

"It's how thermite is made. Now if anyone just so happens to have an Etch-A-Sketch or something on hand with aluminum powder, we can spark this and make a distraction."

TrilbyWill:
I spit in the face of chemistry and offer Salt some non-iron rust.
"Why do you need that stuff, anyway?"

I draw my revolvers and shoot both security guards in their faces.

MASSIVE DAMAGE: -12

The clerk sobs.

MPD in two turns.

"PADDY, HURRY UP WITH THAT FORKLIFT!"

I shoot the clerk.

I finish dousing the area in gasoline. I begin climbing the crane, as I light a match and drop it onto the flammable floor.

I sniff at the air and flinch.

"CHRIST MAN, DID YOU PUT GAS EVERYWHERE?"

"Possibly. I tried to cover every bit of floor, crate and corpse. Fire sometimes needs help spreading."

I use the crane to drop the thingy we're stealing into the portal and leap after it. "I'm getting the fuck outta here."

"I dunno, Salt. Why don't you go find a piece of non-petrol-covered floor."
I shove Salt into the fire, then dive through the portal after Paddy.

I throw several canisters of Nitroglycerine onto the fire and jump into the portal.

"THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT TRILBY!"

I run into the portal after the others, brushing the fire off as best I can.

I leap off the crane and run after the others.
"WAIT UP!"

Joe dives after the door. The portal flickers as he leaps inside, the energies leaving him stunned.

We'll get back to him in a bit.

The rest of the team absconds into an empty room. It is pitch black.

Now what?

I pull out my torch and turn it on.
"Well, at least we all escaped relatively unharmed."

I wake up. The screens of my gas mask show static. "Fuck. Guys? Guys!" I stand up and slap the gas mask until the screens clear.

I take out my torch and flick it on, pointing it at Paddy.
"It's all good, I think everyone made it."

"Okay. So, let's find the exit then we can find a way to get that thing to... wherever we were supposed to take it. Which is... fuck, I dunno."
I pull out my phone and call Sister.

I pat out the remaining flames.
"That backfired horribly." I grumble. I then look around to notice 2 of our members missing.
"Shit. Guys, where's Paddy and Sigma?"

I point my torch at Sigma.
"Sigma's there."
I point my torch around the room.
"Paddy... isn't."

"Well, now we are at the crossroads. Do we return the door to Sister or do we find Paddy?"

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