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The Juggler stealthfully pads towards the Laboratory, looking for a back way. Using Stealth as before...

The Juggler hisses briefly, then clicks his communicator again. "I was afraid of this... That means he's holding the students here, probably to experiment on them. We'll move in soon."

The Juggler nods. "Well, just let me coordinate with base." With that, he hits the button of his communicator. "Herr Doktor, Magic Man--this is Laughing Boy. Team Alpha is in position. How about you?"

The exact size of the Aleasani when they invaded is fiercely debated. Some say it was merely seven feet or so--other name lofty heights of ten, or even twelve feet. One scholar believes that the greater heights might have belonged to a soldier caste of the Asani, specially bred for such...

The Juggler regards the school for a moment, and then turns to Jack. "Let's look for a back way in, ehh, BlackJack?"

Maddy laughs. "Well, nice to meet you--Al." She shifts her hand in his grip, resting it on the table. "Wanna arm wrestle?"

Maddy smiles sarcastically back, with nothing slightly about it. "Mmm... something tells me--bullets. Lots and lots of bullets." She leans forward and offers her hand. "Maddy Glass. Something tells me you might be one of the few people here capable of puting a dent in me."

The Juggler glances at the group. "Best of luck to everyone. Stay sharp, and remember--a kangaroo can only jump if its tail is touching the ground." And with that he is out, winding a stealthy path to the lab, Jack on his tail. The Juggler takes 10 on his Stealth check. 32 if the Camo is...

Maddy watches Gauntlet's actions, her eyes wide. "Ooookay.... I'm guessing you're an easy guy to shop for..."

Simon sighs. "Splitting up--while not ideal--is probably our best option. If we attack the lab first, we endanger the hostages who are probably held in the commons. If we attack the commons first, we allow the Minister to shore up defenses at the lab, and quite possibly begin a devastating...

The Juggler glances at the map, and scratches his chin. "I'd wager the laboratory building is what we're looking for. With hostages in the Commons, perhaps..." He scratches his chin. "I say we split up. One large group to the Lab, a smaller group to the commons..."

Maddy chuckles. "Oh, he's a 'Boogeyman'." She points to Paladin. "And he's a knight from ancient times." And finally, she points to O'Connor. "And he's a perfectly normal person. Except that he's decided to do this job, so clearly, sanity is an issue."

A smile comes to Maddy's face, as she adjusts her glasses. "Yeah, I blame my parents too. Makes life much easier."

Maddy raises her hand. "Hey. Madeline Glass. So--what do you do? Besides being on a sugar rush?"

The Juggler keeps an eye on the entrance ways, knife in hand to give any foe who ventures therein a... sharp rebuke. Heh. Simon's got a million of them.

"Looks like we're on our own," declares the Juggler. "Let's find a more secure location." He begins to head for some cover. He glances at Mr. Jones as he does so. "Can you do that 'people-finding' trick you did earlier?"

Maddy rolls her eyes. "When did I say anything about an atomic bomb, Sgt. Carter? I just suggested your hypothetical fire-breather's a bit more of a threat than you seem to think he is." She shrugs. "The game's changed. The old rules and the old methods aren't going to work like they used...

"Alley oops," says the Juggler as he sommersaults through the portal to emerge on the other side...

As Paladin introduces himself, Maddy merely stares, eyes wide. Finally, she mutters under her breath, "Okay. Either you're the biggest Renaissance Faire fan alive, or the Resolutes don't bother with the whole psych evaluation thing. And as I haven't gotten one yet, I know where I'm...

The Juggler nods. "All right--I'm ready when you are..."