Tyroc
The woman’s eyes light up when she sees you. “Tyroc? Wow! Yeah, my car died, it won’t start for some reason. But I’m sure you have more important things to do than play auto mechanic,” she says, obviously hopeful she’s wrong.
Something’s up though, you figure. She seemed a bit too exuberant when she spotted you, not very sincere…
OOC: Sense Motive (15)
Misha
You hear a “come in,” so you do. Director Herrington sits at his desk inside. He stands to greet you. “Werner. Nice job out there. I expected no less from you though.” He seats himself once more, waving at the chair in front sitting in front of the desk. “You’ve had very impressive track record here at ACE. The people upstairs, though, think that you can be put to better use elsewhere. Have you heard about the new elite team being put together?”
Blizzard
“I’m Terry,” Random responds with smile, shaking your hand and taking the card. “Oh, right. You’re that mountain climber. Thought I recognized you. And, no, I don’t teleport or anything spectacular like that,” he says, gesturing outside the alleyway, “but you never know. If you’re lucky, there might be a cab waiting for you out here…” Walking down the alley, you spot a cab sitting not 40 feet from where you are.
“I’d offer you fare, but,” he gestures at his uniform, “no pockets. And our number is 626-555-1EVO. We’ll make sure you’re taken care of. Sorry we had to meet under such crappy circumstances, I’ll be sure to look you up next time I’m town.” He grins again and vanishes.
Mimic
Alita’s eyes reveal genuine compassion for your problem. “No way. I’m sorry, Miguel, really. You’re really going to run and try to hide?” She shakes her head. “Hey, you’re trying to help me, I’m not going to abandon you. Just give me a few seconds to wash up. I’ll be quick, promise,” she says as she jets for the bathroom.
Lupa
Dunn’s partner smiles. “She must be too young to remember the X-Files,” he says, grinning at Dunn, who just shakes his head in response.
They follow you to the car. “Before we leave San Francisco, I think we’d better get you some proper clothes,” Dunn says to you. They drive you to a nearby mall. Pulling up to the entrance, Dunn turns to you and hands you two one-hundred dollar bills. “You can use this to go get whatever you need, if you promise not to shred them before we get to New York. We’ll wait here for you.”
Shimmering Samurai
“No, none of those names are right,” Kensei says, shaking his head. “My father’s name was Akaru. He died during the quake. My mother is Mamiko and my brother is Ryushi. I went to school at Kokusai. These are things they could have known easily. I don’t understand why they’re different. Perhaps they were trying to create a different person using my DNA? And I wonder why they simply handed you over to BioGen?”