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Message: <blockquote data-quote="RangerWickett" data-source="post: 2733304" data-attributes="member: 63">[hq]For the story behind this session, open the spoiler box.[sblock]The day of this session, I found out that two of the players couldn’t make it, and they were two characters who were fairly integral to what I had planned, so I took advantage of Nathan’s psychic powers to run this session as a vision, taking place in the future. Also, Nathan’s player had been wanting to put his car to good use, and he was going to be out of town for the next week, so I took the lemons life had given me, added a bit of my own creative sugar, and came up with this whacky concoction.[/sblock][/hq]Halloween4:17 pm, and later that eveningThe radio crackles and wails over the sounds of the freeway as bullets pierce the BMW’s hood and side panel. A cel phone cries insistently, but it’s the last thing they’re worrying about as Nathan swerves through freeway traffic to keep pace with the armored truck. Though part of his mind knows this is just a vision of things yet to come, events he can avoid, someone just shot his car, and he’s not going to let the bastards get away. A time warp sceneA cy-fi storyA dirt coloured loveHey hope for gloryI like to fight,I kill global oppressionIf I quit, no hope of redemption- Billy Idol, Tomorrow People At the party of Maurice Boudreaux, Belladonna’s uncle, chaos breaks out as gunfire splits the air, followed by several small explosions. People panic, and screams come from outside as the party-goers loitering on the driveway come rushing inside, seeking safety. Nathan cannot see where Belladonna has gone, so he has to trust she’s some place safe with her father’s guards.Scarpedin - dressed in full knight regalia - and John - wearing a tattered angel costume - spot the attacker through the high gallery windows that face out onto the circular manor driveway. A tall, fat man with a buzz cut - who looks vaguely reminiscent of James Hetfield, lead singer of Metallica (though honestly, in my mind, he looks like <a href="http://www.enworld.org/gallery/showimage.php?i=513&c=27" target="_blank">Hellhound</a>, my boss at E.N. Publishing) - ducks behind a car and lobs another grenade at the manor guards, who are engaged in a gunfight with the man. It takes Nathan a moment to realize that the Hetfield-lookalike must have been spotted by the guards, who opened fire on him, and that Hetfield responded by tossing grenades at them.The man’s grenades have the desired effect, scattering the guards and taking a few out. Hetfield retreats, hustling across the wide manor lawn toward the gate, which is several hundred feet away. He has a heavy black duffelbag over his shoulder, and occasionally he pops off a few shots from his pistol to deter pursuit.“Get your car started,” Scarpedin shouts, and then he leaps through the window, obviously not wanting to waste time with things like doorways. Thankfully his plate armor prevents him from killing himself, and he trails bits of glass as he tries to run after the gunman.Nathan takes the door, and John follows him, both of them sprinting for Nathan’s BMW, which is parked on the circular driveway in front of the manor. As they run, John points out that outside the front gate, waiting, is the same armored truck they saw earlier that morning. Hetfield is making a break for the truck. Nathan knows his car can outpace the heavy truck, but he can’t let them get too much of a lead. He unlocks his car and turns it on with his remote, and when he and John reach the car, it’s waiting and ready. Nathan shifts it smoothly into gear, and the BMW speeds around the driveway.Nathan brakes beside Scarpedin who, in his heavy armor, was nowhere close to catching up with Hetfield. Scarpedin opens the passenger door, sees John sitting there, and shouts, “Get in the back seat. I’m taking shotgun.”John doesn’t argue, and he scrambles into the back seat. Scarpedin unbuckles his swordbelt and tosses it in the back with John, then gets in. He glares at Nathan impatiently.“What are you waiting for, man? Go!”Hetfield is nearly at the gate, and someone at the manor has finally responded to the threat by trying to close the gate. The gate is wheeling itself closed automatically, but Nathan can see that Hetfield will make it out with time to spare. He, John, and Scarpedin, though, don’t have that luxury. The BMW’s engine goes from hum, to purr, to growl as Nathan floors it.Scarpedin begins cursing and bracing for impact, and it looks almost certain that they’ll crash into the gate as it closes, but Nathan steers straight, and they don’t even lose either of the side mirrors. Unfortunately he’s going sixty miles an hour, and there’s no road in front of him. As soon as he clears the gate, he slams on the brakes and tries to angle the car to avoid the magnolia tree on the far curb. When the car comes to a stop, they’ve shot past the armored truck.Nathan tries to get his car back on the road. Meanwhile, the Hetfield lookalike has jumped into the back door of the truck. He pauses for just a moment, glancing from Nathan’s car back to the Boudreaux manor house. As the truck starts to drive off, he pulls a clunky object out of his duffel bag and presses a button on it.Nathan gasps in horror as the Boudreaux manor explodes. Though part of his mind knows this is just a vision of things yet to come, events he can avoid, these men just killed hundreds of people, and he’s not going to let the bastards get away. To be continued . . .</blockquote>

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