----------Waller Ackermann------------
Waller's father and mother closed the door; the man's hand shaking. He hears his son's orders, and nods, his eyes wide open as well as his mouth. It has been a while since he heard shots. As Waller handed him the money, he seems to regain some confidence. Waller's mother can't hold her tears and hugs her son, kissing him in his forehead. Waller's father takes his wife, and both ran away, towards the train station.
Gunther's house was on the other side of the city, not too far from there. Waller felt the rush and the adrenaline in his heart; it has been a while. The retired soldier runs through the streets, dodging people and creates, hanged cloth and barrels that decorate the streets of the suburbs.
Waller turns to the right, and about a block from his position, there was a soldier walking by. He spotted him, and gave the voice of halt, before starting to shoot! The first bullet hit a barrel full of water, spilling it when the barrel cracked.
OOC: You go first.
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Waller (Unharmed)
Soldier (Unharmed)
Soldier's stats:
Hp 39
Init +1
Spd 30 ft
Defense 15
Atk(Sharps carbine) +6 for 2d10 dmg
SV Fort +6, Ref+3, Will +7
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----------Dr. George Wilkinson----------
Cathy and the old man bid you farewell, as if George was returning tomorrow.
Carrying his things with him, George met Anderson at the door, who helped him with the equipment. After loading the stuff in the trunk, Anderson opened the side seat for George and he sat at the drivers seat.
And the car drove off.
It was a peaceful trip by the city, the day was nice. The car took some turns and after half an hour, Anderson headed to the road leaving the city.
"We are going to a research facility, a few miles from New York." Anderson explained. After another half hour, the car pulled to the right, and entered what seemed like a cereal and grains processing plant. Both Anderson and Wilkinson got out of the car and headed towards the entrance. The door opened to reveal an eldery man, apparently a farmer. Seeing Anderson, his charade banished.
"Anderson, it was about time. I presume you are Dr Wilkinson, a pleasure to make your acquittance. Chief Charleston is eager to meet you. I'll have one of the boys picks your stuff up." the old man pointed at his back, inviting you two in.
The first room seemed like a typical rural house, but Anderson knew better. He pulls out of his pocket a small device, and plunged it in a picture on the wall. Some of the floor planks cleared, revealing a secret stair!
"Right this way professor." he said.
At the end of the stairs, behind a wrenched wooden door, Georged behold something spectacular. A huge underground research facility, full of people coming and going, people in lab-coats, others holding long arms, apparently military, others dressed like Anderson, a perfectly organized chaos.
"This way doctor" Anderson leads George to an office that towers over the ground-level activity. There's a sign on the door, that reads "Overseer Charleston"
As soon as the door opens, the scholar notes a man, standing with his hands at his back, studding the movement of the people from the window. He turns to meet George.
"Ah, finally, Dorctor George Wilkinson, I presume. It's an enormous pleasure to meet you at last. I've red a lot about you and your work. I imagine you have all sorts of questions." George notes that Charleston winks at Anderson, and the man leaves silently.
