Scraps:
Scraps still hunkered next to the honey-smell girl, watching and listening and sniffing the scene ahead of them.
- rolled 11 using 2d6 with rolls of 5,6. Insight roll.
Scraps sniffs the air deeply a few times.
--This is the house of that nice old man who was back at the police station.
--And a nice little boy lives around here somewhere, too. Plays out in this yard a lot, or did until a couple of days ago...
--There's also some bad guys. Grrrr. One remind him of Silver Fast Guy. Not nice like Silver Fast Guy, but fast like Silver Fast Guy was fast. Huh. But he's definitely a bad guy.
--There's also two guys around who smell even weirder.
----One is kind of alive, but kind of dead. A bad guy.
----One is even weirder... Smells a little like that strange man at the museum who had that weird ball or whatever it was. Not the same smell at all, but a little similar somehow, like old incense. Except the museum man smelled like fire and swamps, and whoever's here smells like... wine and sweat and hot peppers. But worse than that. Definitely another bad guy.
--There's several other humans around, but they don't smell special like the others. They just smell like normal humans. Some of them only barely smell like bad guys.
Cosmic Girl:
Cosmos hunkered down and whispered softly to the pooch. "What do you smell, boy?"
Not that she would likely understand what the dog replied. She did not speak puppy.
Still, the smashing glass made her tense up, but she kept her power in check, lest the glow give her away. She spoke very softly into the walkie-talkie she had been given. "Goodwill? What do you see? Am I clear to enter? Um... over?"
Then the fast bad guy ran out the front door, and the alivedead bad guy jumped out the front window. Grr. Yeah, these were bad guys.
White Lynx:
Allowing Bandage Man to fall with style, “Silver Streak” approached Breakneck, waiting either for the man to speak or to begin fighting. Keeping an eye on the both of them, “Streak” hoped they were just planning on chatting.
"Wow, you're eager to mix it up, huh? I take it that means you remember me?" Breakneck yelled to White Lynx//"Silver Streak." "Right after the Doc died? I sure remember you... I guess he had some of the stuff left, huh?"
Goodwill:
Cosmic Girl:
"Goodwill? What do you see? Am I clear to enter? Um... over?"
"You've only got one man between you and the back door," Goodwill explained, still watching from above through his binoculars.
"One super is still inside, somewhere.
When this guy next passes your position you'll have about twenty seconds to get inside before he turns back and sees you. On my mark... stand by... mark."
Cosmic Girl, holding Scraps, moved...
(I presume? If so, roll an Agile check, Cosmic Girl...)