Ace watches in horrid fascination as the spider leg impaled cop is carried past, then snaps his gaze back towards the barricades.
In a slow, drawn out, speaking it almost as soon as thinking it sort of way he breathes out "...unless the barricades are trying to keep stuff *in*?"
With that he peers into the interior of the building, hand straying unconsciously to his gun like a kid clutching a security blanket, & he cranks his senses to their max to try and get a better idea of just WTF they've stepped into.
A scan of the ether to try & determine if there's anything useful in the electronic chaos; another scan to try & determine if the chaos is real or an artificially generated ruse by some uppity hacker; CyberEyes trying to get every last
iota of visual data possible from what he can see; Audio scanning like mad to eek out anything even remotely useful in the noise.
((Electronics Skill Group, +3(Log) +2(Rating) +3(ComLink). Rolled: 1, 3, 3, 1, 3, 6, 5, 5.
Electronic warfare, +3(Log) +2(Rating) +3(ComLink). Rolled: 4, 1, 4, 1, 1, 4, 2, 6.
Perception, +3(Int) +3(Rating) +3(EarBuds). Rolled: 6, 1, 4, 2, 2, 5, 5, 2, 1.))
Almost to himself, but still loud enough for his buddies to overhear him if they want to, he muses "Hmmmm... Great. Big. Deadly. Spiders..."
He gives a roll of the shoulders to loosen up, a crick of the head to unkink the spine, & draws his gun so it's already in hand should the need arise.
he grins a wolfish grin & chortles in a Devil-Take-Us sort of way common to most thrill seekers: "Last one in buys the beer!"
With that he starts to step in through the door, bent down in nearly a duck waddle, ready to dodge anything that flies at his head, shoot anything that shoots first, or to run like hell if he thinks he's about to soil his socks.
((Dodge, +3(Rea) +3(Rating). Roll: 4, 5, 4, 1, 1, 6.
Pistols, +3(Agi) +3(Rating) +2(SemiAutomatics). Rolls: 2, 4, 6, 6, 4, 1, 1, 1.
running, +3(Str) +2(Rating) +2(Urban). Rolls: 4, 6, 1, 6, 6, 5, 5.))
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