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Romeo Other NPCs/Objects Very difficult Physically demanding Take gun from injured bank robber Succeeded
Romeo Other NPCs/Objects Difficult Physically demanding Take earpiece from injured bank robber. Failed

Amalea smiled in grim satisfaction as she heard screaming coming from the goon outside the vault. It definitely sounded and smelt like he wouldn’t be jumping to return the favor. She’d check on him after but at the moment her focus was on the immediate threat. “****,” the red-head swore as the goon shoved Mona into the path of her blade. In an effort to miss the woman completely, Amalea pivoted to her left and swung up slightly. She certainly wanted to avoid any major organs if she could.

The woman mouthed “Sorry” to Mona as she skid to a halt just inside the vault door. The reporter seemed to have the jerk in hand and the red-head had sworn she had heard someone other than the screaming goon outside the vault. It was likely one of the others had come to investigate and had run off based on the fact no one had responded to the masked man’s demand for help. Cautiously, she peeked around the corner only to find the now one-legged goon lying in a growing pool of blood. Concentrating on the voice she had heard earlier, she murmured a few words sending the curse out to find its victim. If he had run, hopefully it’d be enough to slow him down for the police to catch up.

“It can,” she agreed with Mona while keeping an eye on One-Leg just in case he decided to do something stupid. The red-head wasn’t about to admit that she didn’t precisely need to bite vampires anymore; somethings weren’t for sharing. Even if the reporter hadn’t known she was a blood thief before this, the state of the goon outside the vault door likely wouldn’t escape the woman’s notice. Amalea’s only hope was that she wasn’t outted in the woman’s tabloid. Having more people (or the government) after her was the last thing she needed.

“Two down, three to go,” she commented, “though I suspect one might have made a break for it given it seems the full money bags are gone.” She had to admit that should her suspicion be true, that goon was likely the smartest of them all given he’d cut his losses and run. “Time to go hunting, you think?”

Lea used Curse on Three.

Gideon did't know how this would turn out-not that he had been thinking much. The only thing he had been thinking of was his baby mama and getting to her before something went down. But, now that he had some 'cover,' and it seemed one guy was down thanks to the brunette, he could do that. Let the cops deal with the other guy that wasn't posing a problem. Gideon had to save Mona and his kin!

"MONA!" Gideon shouted, still holding on to the flesh barrier, as he took a sharp turn towards where he saw the other dude take the two ladies. As he moved throughout the bank in search of Mona, he grabbed for the stapler in his back pocket. It could be a weapon and frankly, good enough for him. He struggled to keep the woman attached to him, then decided to abandon her with a gentle coaxing of her body down to his knees, then to his feet, before releasing her.

With the stapler in both his hands, Gideon kept moving in the direction he knew Mona had to be in. It only made sense, even if he had stepped foot in this bank one other time. He bobbed and weaver around various stationary furniture to keep gunfire off his back if he could, as he muttered quietly, "God of Power and Might, powerful in strength, strong in battle. You once gave miraculous strength to Your child David granting him victory over his opponent, the blasphemer Goliath. Mercifully accept my humble prayer. Send Your heavenly blessing upon this stapler so that I too may by victorious." And he believed it. Gideon could feel powerful and strong, even with only a stapler in 'battle.

He had found her and the other woman, but Gideon paid her little attention. other than a quick glance in her direction. "You alright?" He asked, stapled open and ready to go in one hand, the other on her stomach as soon as he was within arms reach. "Everyone alright?"

Gideon Other None Luck Mona McGee find mona! Succeeded

Number One snarled behind his mask, the Brunette was tougher than he had judged her to be. He had under-estimated her once, he was about to do it again. She had managed to disarm him, mainly because the Ginger had decided to join forces with the Brunette; and he had to defend from her as well. When the Brunette had stabbed him, he reacted as though it was a far more devastating wound than it actually was; his kevlar vest had done it’s job admirably. Yes the knife went in, but not deep. Whirling away from both females, he put enough space between he and them so he would have room for his attack.

Having pulled the knife free, he fling it at the Brunette, just as another hostage burst into the scene. Number One smiled behind his mask, as the knife connected solidly with the Brunette, just as her attention had been turned toward the man calling out a name.

Mona McGee - Knife to the shoulder - Succeeded

He used the distraction of the male’s arrival, to barrel toward the vault exit, and bulldozed past them out of the vault.

Mona McGee, Amalea, Gideon - barrel past them through the vault exit - Succeeded

One’s luck ran out once he was on the outside of the vault. Number Two, lay sprawled in a corner to his left, One caught sight of him, as his feet went out from under him, when he slipped in Two’s blood pool. One’s feet went right out from under him, causing him to land hard on his back, his breath nearly knocked out of him.

avoid slipping in Two's blood pool - Failed

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Number Three stumbled his through the underground maze the led to the sewer system. His normal fleet footedness, seemed to fail him completely, as the least thing seemed to trip him up. He wondered at it. Usually the hit he got from Vampire blood lasted at least 24 hours. But his skill at maneuvering through the underground seemed to fail him now. He wrote it off as adrenaline causing his body to use up the hit faster than normal. It took him far longer than it should have, but Three succeeded in stepping through the portal in the sewer. He relaxed… slightly.

Find hidden portal in sewer - Succeeded

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Number Four had been shot in the back. He had fallen forward heavily, and had rolled over and was trying to get up when Dirty Harriet stormed up and ripped his weapon away from him. He had used the butt of the AR into her a face a few times before she wrested it free from him. Four blamed it on his collapsed lung he got from the bullet she put through his back. He stared at her through his mask. She wouldn’t pulled the trigger.. He was an unarmed man. That was murder. She wouldn't have the guts. He reached for his boot knife as she pulled the trigger. His body went slack.

Avoid being shot in the face - Failed

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In the Conference Room, Helen though weak and critically injured, is able to calm herself down, and relax her breathing. Mainly because the Blond was trying to help her and the other customers. The girl was young. She didn’t have to put herself at risk, but she had. She had pulled Helen to safety and tried to offer aid to another. If this young girl could show strength of will. So could she. She was determined to hang on.

Megan - Her aid, helps keep Helen alive - Succeeded

His hand had barely grazed Mona's stomach when from behind him, a knife went sailing through the air and landed snugly into her shoulder. It was purely reactionary; the need to protect what was his-what happened next. Nothing was said as Gideon turned, removed his hand off Mona's belly and moved after the guy who had tossed the thing at his baby mama. Chances are, Mona and his kin would be fine, she was a strong woman. But there was also a chance that she wouldn't be fine. Go into stress and jeopardize the safety of what was in her belly.

His strides were long, hurried and determined as the stapler in his other hand was clicked together from the base and the handle clinked together. Not so much as to close it completely, but just enough to make some noise. To keep him focused, determine and to set the mood-which wasn't hard as he suddenly heard a particular chorus from Drowning Pool repeat, over and over again. '“Hey! **** you!” Gideon said at the guy as he saw him swimming around like a fish out of water in some blood. What a ******* idiot; in more ways than one.

He was only a foot, maybe a foot and a half at most away from the guy skating around, when Gideon lifted his right foot and let it connect with the guy's head. “Big mistake.” Gideon snarled out at the guy who got a complimentary neck alignment thanks to Gideon and his foot. When the guy was knocked back, Gideon wasted no time click, click, clicking away his stapler, as he proceeded to use the heel of his boot to stomp one's head in, until the guy stopped moving.

Gideon Other NPCs/Objects Moderate Physically demanding Kick One in the head Succeeded



Gideon Other NPCs/Objects Moderate Physically demanding Skull crunch number 1 Succeeded

Number One had been attempting to get up, when he got a kick to the head. It stunned him, but he wasn’t completely out. He decided he would feign being knocked out, that is until the stomp came. There was no need to feign anymore. Number One was out, in fact he was dead. Had he managed to survive that brutal skull crunch, he would be a vegetable at best; but he did not.

Survive the skull crunch - Failed

Without any warning, several canisters of tear gas was shot into the bank. Gas erupted from the the four canisters, quickly the filling the bank with the toxic fumes. Within thirty seconds all the live occupants of the bank should start feeling the effects.

The Royal Canadian Mounted Police’s Emergency Response Team was about to rush the bank. Commands and orders were being relayed over the ERT’s radios,

‘Two known perps down’
‘Outside perimeter secure’
‘West entrance secure’
‘North entrance secure’
‘Go go go!’

With order to ‘go’, the ERT burst into through the shattered remains of the bank’s glass doors. Tear gas still filled the area. The ERT’s weapon’s infrared beams showed up easily because of the gas. The order was given.

“Everyone hit the floor!”

ooc: Tear gas works by irritating the mucous membranes of the eyes, nose, mouth, and lungs. Typically, the effects kick in after around 30 seconds, and include a burning, watery sensation in the eyes, difficulty breathing, chest pain, excessive saliva and skin irritation.

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Romeo Other NPCs/Objects Difficult Reactionary/ Awareness avoid getting shot by rookie. Failed

Mona was relived to see Gideon a quick assessment of him told her that he was fine bleeding a little but fine. His arrival had taken her eyes off of the fallen goon for just a moment, but a moment was all it took for **** to happen. She didn't know if the concern for her or the child she was carrying but that concern felt good to Mona and her eyes were on Gideon when the knife struck her in the shoulder and the Goon made a break for it.

Mona hardly had time to react when the knife struck her Gideon's response was almost instant as he turned and went after the fleeing goon who was now flailing around in his friends blood. Mona watched as Gideon let loose on the guy it was almost a rage. Mona couldn't blame him she had pretty much done the same a few moments before. Mona reached up and her fingers touched her own knife her fingers lacing into the brass knuckled handle. She pulled with a big tug it came out with one quick motion. Mona slumped back against the table and started to chant. The bleeding slowed but the wound refused to knit itself back together like her wounds normally did. "**** " she groaned as she put pressure on the wound and looked up at Gideon " Gio "
That's when the canisters of tear gas burst through the windows and the air became a toxic mess Mona started to cough and forgot about her wound she covered her mouth and nose as best she could before she slid down onto the floor.

Mona McGee Other NPCs/Objects Moderate Endurance related Does Mona heal Knife wound with Healing Chant Failed
Mona McGee Other NPCs/Objects Difficult Physically demanding Mona pulls knife from her shoulder Succeeded

Amalea never did get a verbal answer to her question from the reporter. The appearance of the stapler-wielding male, though, allowed her to make some educated guesses. Either the other 3 masked men had fled or had been taken down otherwise there would have been more gunshots heralding his arrival. She was still convinced one of the men had taken the money and ran so was betting on the other four to be injured or dead. Relaxing ever so slightly, she slid her blade back into its hiding spot.

The attack on Mona was unexpected given the beating the reporter had given the goon. That he fled afterward was not; the red-head wasn’t quick enough to react. Amalea would have chased after him but karma proved just how much of a ***** she could be as the masked man slipped in his own colleague’s blood. She was disappointed that he hadn’t split his head open when he fell; it would have served him right.

She didn’t even have time to ask Mona to shoot the jerk as the male took matters into his own hands. Though disappointed he didn’t attack the fallen goon with the stapler, she was rather impressed with the ferocity of his kicks. They hinted that the pair was a bit more than friends, in her opinion, though she was not about to voice that theory out loud; she liked being in one piece. Glancing at the reporter, she noted the woman was able to pull the blade out. “I can help with the blood loss If you like,” she offered.

The arrival of the tear gas canisters and their contents was the end of the attempt to help the paladin, at least for the moment, as there was always later. The red-head’s eyes were already burning and watery by the time the police burst into the bank shouting for everyone to hit the floor. For the second time that day, Amalea became acquainted with the bank’s floor. She was careful to remain still not only to avoid being shot but also due to the tear gas irritating her skin; the red-head was definitely heading straight for a shower once this was over.