to the CSP 017 out to the masses before I drew up the details, released them.
In answer to your question, it looks like Reggie, after getting splashed at the corner, booked up the street to the alleyway, then ran (or was assisted: there are no discernable tracks either way) to the limo, where he beat a hasty extraction and (apparently) got away. There are no piles of paraphernalia or other detritus (other than the standard cruft that accumulates streetside just from existing) to be found. And as you might expect, there is a dearth of eye witnesses to the event either way. Guess nobody wants to get involved. Shows they have street smarts, anyway. (Come on, man, the MOB is frickin' invovled!)
Made some additional rolls for you, based on operational codes and standards, and a few things might warrant closer attention on your way back to the bus stop, where you were almost slagged. The first of these is "What was the projectile that destroyed itself on the brick-and-mortar wall when you were targeted moments ago?" Another question that might be of interest is "Based on the video capture - always active on your eyes - what type of weapon was that?" Reggie, if that *was* Reggie, was carrying what amounted to a heavily-modified narcoject weapon. And the last question that I'm sure is playing on everybody's mind at the moment: "What was Reggie doing thirty minutes outside/away from the hunting zone?"
But even if you "Take Ten" - which is what I assumed you would do - you find no other definite evidence, other than a pulverized high-velocity narcoject round (the needle and endcap, while destroyed when they hit the concrete/mortar/brick wall, were still distinguishable as just that - it's basically a heavily modified hypodermic, made aerodynamic) - but that seems to be a strange thing to hunt with, especially outside the normal hunting grounds. The compound -whatever it was - was sprayed/splashed/atomized all over the wall; there was nothing left that you could actually get a sample from really. So that's a dead end, there.
So, for all of your observations and such, you got more questions than answers. Frustrating. And he's still out there, somewhere, but at least you think you know where he's going. Well, where he's supposed to be going, anyway. The wrench in the works is that he's wounded, and that may change a few things tonight.
And nobody counted on that. |
