As I survey the scene, Reggie and his goons seem to be much further away than they should be. It's odd, coupled with the otherworldly shadow posessing the playground despite the flare which should elimintate it. Magic.
I bound out of my concealment and start moving from cover to cover, taking care to study the goons in a state of mental breakdown. Keeping one hand on my rifle, in case I need to snap some shots out in reaction.
As I close the distance I stop behind something deemed concealment, and observe Reggie, and the shadows.
Perception: 3,2,1,6,6,2,1
Infiltration: 6,1,5,5,4,6,2,1 |
