JACQUELINE'S STORY, PART THREE [Jacqueline Carlysle, cat-burglar and now a superhuman with the ability to control metal, has set herself up to continue her old ways, using her new powers to become rich. But she's been more or less befriended by a streetwise hacker with super powers of his own, and he now tells her that he's learned there is a mysterious organization that hunts and kills superhumans, and that there's a possible superhuman incarcerated in the Baton Rouge Mental Health Facility that's their likely next target.] <><><><><> "Kid, what say we get to them first? Do you have their names and addresses? Even if they think we're crazy they'll be a bit forewarned, better paranoid than dead." -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] "Hah! They'll think *we're* crazy? Hey, this one dude is locked up in the loony bin in Baton Rouge! The other guy is just a rumor, someone who maybe works for some drug smugglers 'round here an' has mental powers." <><><><><> "So, how reliable is this? Is this through those computer geeks you know? Who's the con at the Rouge? What's he in for? You got me here but I'm not Wonder Woman, spill it." -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] "I got it from that disk I made at Napes' house. I couldn't get their sources or anything, but I got a summary file this dude kept of weird stuff happenin' all over the country, and apparently they try to correlate it with possible superhuman sightings, then if they think somethin' indicates one of us, they go after 'em. So this one guy is like a schizo, and gets checked into the loony bin because he keeps having delusions about reality getting messed up....except these 'Sharks' traced a string of weird incidents where this guy's been...people claiming they temporarily went insane, or turned into something else, or cars turning into slime, stuff like that. Hell if I know for sure if this poor fool can really do crap like that. But the Sharks are prob'ly gonna go get him just on general principles. So do we wanna risk our butts for some psycho nutcase or not?" <><><><><> "The question is do you? Our lives aren't go to be normal from now on. The question is do you want to sit on the sidelines or actually be a player? The suckers who do that are the ones who don't have much to lose anyways. I say we get the nut." -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] SFX pauses on the other end, then says "OK. Let's do it. Where an' when you wanna meet?" <><><><><> "Give me a day or so, I got a job to finish. Try to get some info with your wiggly fingers on the old computer on the prison. Unless you want to help me out?" -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] "What kind of a job?" When you tell him (if you do?), he makes a disparaging noise. "Girl, you get these super powers and you still just wanna be some common crook? Sure, do whatever. I'll call you in another day or so." You then go to the hotel, and after checking in, admire some of the classical old cars and sleek new ones at the auto show. <><><><><> Get in the vicinity of the office and feel the layout of the room by tracing wall frames, nails, furniture and the safe itself. Focus on any person in the room, by the metal objects floating in mid air (keys, teeth fillings, eyeglasses, radio components, etc.) Try to also get a feel of anyone packing a piece. Mainly work on getting an feel for where things are in little or no light, thinking on moving in the dark by sensing metal around me or sensing what's behind a door. -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] Some of the security guards are carrying guns, but most aren't. You get a good enough feel for the office that you believe you can navigate it in the dark. In the dark, metal bits and pieces will seem like glowing pieces hovering in the air here and there, leaving it up to you to decipher what they represent. Mostly metal objects like lamps and staplers and chairs with metal frames are easy, as are telephones (to your "metal sense", phones and computers and electric pencil sharpeners and other appliances look like spaghetti-tangles connected to the wall by a thin, winding string of metal.) But the little bits of metal that hold erasers on the end of a pencil, the screws in a pair of eyeglasses lying on the desk, nails in a wooden desk, all can be indistinct little blobs hovering in a void. You think you can figure out what represents furniture, but might still bump into things that don't contain metal. <><><><><> Wait a while, until midnight or so for most of the hotel staff to leave. Grab a drink at the bar and act a bit drunk already. Wobble around a bit going to my room, watch I don't fall due to the damn high heels. When things die down, go back to the office area, wobble a bit, if anyone asks, I'm looking for a bathroom. When I'm satisfied that no one is around use a coin or two to open the back door by inserting and molding to a key Look at the safe and dial, see the differences in tumblers and open the safe by correctly reading where they fall to manually open the safe. Use my metal sense as a radar to sense metal moving in a trajectory to the office and to sort throu the jewelry. Put everything in the purse that will fit. When I'm done, change the interior tumblers to create a new sequence, making it almost impossible for these bozos to check the safe. Go back to my room. -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] Everything goes so smoothly you start to get jumpy just because it was so easy. But you're back in your room with a purseful of loot, and no one the wiser, so far as you know. <><><><><> Call down to the front desk and ask to have a cab ready for me in half an hour, also ask for a few ideas on good bars or clubs that are still open. Take the purse and myself to the cab and get out at a club within walking distance of the warehouse. Stash the loot and go to the club, stay a few hours and get a cab back to the hotel. -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] Everything still goes according to your plan. You end up back at the hotel, and spend a restful night in their first class accomodations. By morning, you have yet to have anyone come knocking on your door. <><><><><> Since I paid cash and didn't run up any extra charges via the wet bar or porno movies I'll just leave saying I had a Mahvelous time. Getting back to the warehouse and some less Euro trash style duds grab the swag and see what I can see. Check the jewelry and see what I have. Pay special attention to any new metals I may find, such as Platinum. Gather all the junk metal I've been playing around with into a rough cubes shape, my new safe, make it a bit hollow in the middle to dump my junk after Wang. Slip on my beat up leather flight jacket and boots (fix the snaps with a lil metal shaping) and put on the Gargoyles for urban camouflage. Take a ride on SFX's bike and roll to Wang's. On the way pay attention to the air, can I sense any metal content in the pollution of the city? I have to get a book on this stuff. -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] The loot includes some VERY nice jewelry, nicer than you ever managed to lift. It seems to be mostly gemstones; the metals are primarily gold and silver, along with small amounts of cheaper metals used in some of the settings, as frameworks, etc. There are also pearls. You don't sense anything new, and don't see anything that looks like platinum. But this is a big haul for minimal effort, that's for sure. Even after Wang's cut, you're thinking five figures at least. It occurs to you that some appraising skills may be in order if you're going to keep this up. You can't sense metal in the air. Maybe your sense isn't that refined, or maybe New Orleans' air isn't that bad. You do recall hearing somewhere that people have iron in their blood, as well as trace amounts of other metals... When you get to Wang's place, he takes you into his back office and inspects the loot. "Nice," he says drily, looking it over with a magnifying glass. "This piece alone is worth about sixty grand." Your mental estimate of the value of your haul skyrockets. "I'll give you a hunnert an' fifty for the whole lot. But ah'll hafta make a trip ta the bank to get the cash, ah don't keep that kinda money in mah office, fer obvious reasons." <><><><><> "Wang, would ya be insulted if I went with ya? It's just with that last job goin' so bad and this one goin' so easy, I figure somethin' just has to go wrong. Don't ya think givin' me 150k is a bit too much in one move t the bank? How's the ID comin?" -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] "Pessimistic gal, ain't ya?" Wang wraps up the jewels, and says "Ah perfer to take care'a these without you around, so no one else knows where I stash my goods. Should have the ID tonight. As fer the money, y'all want it in installments or what? Yeah, y'all can come with me if you like, but ah'd just as soon not have the jewels and the money in the same place at the same time, git the drift? Just in case things didn't go quite as smoothly as you think, and someone's tailin' y'all...." <><><><><> 'Ok, Wang, your show. Don't I get a cookie for such a good job? I didn't screw up this time." Grin at Wang. "If you could, get me 25k in travellers checks under the new name ID, 50k in CDs and 75k in cash." Smile. "I also was wonderin' if you could see if George is around, I don't think he was bright enough to take my advice. I have a new job for him." Make arrangements for Wang to make a drop or a pickup for me to go to, just have him call. If it's ok, I can even come back in a few hours. Get in touch with SFX (wasn't clear if he gave me his number or just for me to get in touch via Barney. Go to a dealership that deals in RVs, big old fully equipped cross country motor homes. Go to the warehouse and do some sculpting. Try to reform the Arnold figure as before. Maybe the problem is trying to control the whole mass, instead of parts. Think of a manikin, a solid torso and head with the only real moving parts being the legs and arms. So mainly the concentration is only focused on locomotion of the bulk instead of moving the whole bulk as before. Whether that works or not, thinking of Spiderman cartoons, try the old Doc Ock trick. Gather a large amount of metal around my chest and waist extend tentacles and use them to move or grasp things as extra appendages. Practice on creating other forms to move the metal faster, spears, frisbee shapes, etc. Practice the whip/spike accuracy. dependant on Wang or the Kid go meet one or both. -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] Wang grumbles at all the extra work you're making him do, but grumbling seems to be just part of his nature. With a 150K payoff for you, he's certainly making enough money to do a little extra calling around, so you ignore it. You arrange to meet him later, and run your own errands. You find an RV dealership where you can get something suitable, and the salesman is startled, but not displeased, when you ask for a cash discount. SFX didn't give you a number to call him back, so you just have to wait for him. Your latest experiments with metal shaping show that it's possible, but much more awkward, to try animating just part of an object. Forming a statue and moving just the legs is a clumsy and slow technique. When you're animating an entire object, you can just visualize what movements you want it to make, and it complies. Moving parts of an object, you have to "manually" command each movement, requiring a great deal of concentration and providing very little in the way of speed or finesse. You also find that animating more than one thing at once, it becomes increasingly difficult to maintain control over it all. Your "Doc Oc" tentacles work, though not with the mass or degree of control that the cartoon villain had. You can't make more than two or three tentacles move at once with any fluidity, and concentrating well enough to keep them on more than one discrete task at a time is almost impossible. After that, you return to Wang's place, where in his office, he hands you a small bag. You rummage through it quickly, counting out the checks and CD's and cash. ("Y'all don't trust me?" Wang asks drily, but waits patiently while you count it all.) "Yer friend George is still around," he says when you're done. "He ain't the smartest kid, but he's managed to survive this long, so he's obviously got somethin' goin' for him." <><><><><> "Wang can you get in touch with George for me and have him meet me at Barney's tonight around 7PM? I'd be much obliged. How about the ID for me? If you need me for a photo I'm available, a driver's license out of state would be great! Glad to do business with you, but that napes' job was a bit too weird for me, might lie low for a while. Do you know any contacts north of Louisiana I could look up?" Give Wang a wink and a smile and start for the door. Turning around, "On second thought do you have resources to get a Kevlar vest?" Leave to head for the warehouse. Once at the warehouse, put the loot in my "safe". Take a few hundred out for spending money. Go to barney's to play some pool, betting a little waiting for the Kid or George to show up. -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] George shows up after a few hours, looking very nervous. <><><><><> Go over to George and guide him to a seat. "George how about a job that pays well and gets you out of the city. I really need a good reliable driver and your name came up. It won't be easy, maybe not legal, but I could really use your help as a friend. It pays 7 grand. Interested?" Buy him a drink and order a Cuervo for myself, to loosen him up a bit. -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] George's eyes widen. "Seven GRAND!?" You have to give him a dirty look to quiet him down. "How could I not be interested in that?" He looks around nervously and says, "But, uh, what about that, uh, superpowers thing? I mean, you're not gonna be fighting anyone like those psychos in New York, are you?" <><><><><> "No George." Sighing, "Do I look like Wonder Woman?" Laugh at George and order another Cuervo and a beer for George. "I'm a professional, what would I gain by bein' in the limelight except maybe a prison poke? " Hush my voice down to a whisper, "that kid you met, we may be doin' a break from Baton Rouge. I won't have ya there, but you'l be drivin' waitin' for us to catch up. Can you handle one of those monster RVs? We goin' to travel in luxury. Not only that, but I could use a friend about now and you are the closest thin' left. You didn't let me down last time and your luck keeps holdin' for you, pretty damn good lately." Look around for the Kid to show up, "George, meet me at the warehouse tomorrow at about noon and I 'll fill you in, ok? I'll be givin' you expense money too. If so, get out of here and stay low until tomorrow. Pack up, you may not be in the Easy for a while, which is just as well." Make sure George gets going and play some pool, waiting for the kid to show up. -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] [Actually, I think SFX said he'd call you, not meet you at Barney's.] You spend the rest of the evening at Barney's, then go home. It's later that night that the kid calls you again. "Are you finished playin' Robin Hood?" he asks. <><><><><> "Yeah, kid sure. Did you ever think how easy it's goin' to be for these creeps to find you...and your parents? You go to school right? How many skinny black kids will they go through in yearbooks to find you? Then find your address? You can take care of yourself sure, what about your folks? You think after a prison break, breaking up a clan meetin' and goin' toe to toe with this whacko from Napes' you'll be able to go about life right as rain? Kid, the more you do, the worse you and your folks will be. You've seen enough deaders, but how will you handle family? I got a few ideas about doin' it all and getting us all to safety, at least temporarily. I may be a thief, but I been duckin' and weavin' a long time. I'm not takin' any more risks, when the break goes down, I'm outta here. You want me to help your folks?" -Jacqueline- <><><><><> [GM] "So whaddayou have in mind?" <><><><><> Jacqueline: "ok, kid. I dummy up some hokey contest and send your folks on a long vacation to Bermuda or somethin'. It'll keep them away for a long time, a few weeks at least. Enough time for us to jet outta N'awlins, head North with our bird from Baton Rouge in tow. We try to make contact with these other aces, maybe in Chicago or Michigan, somethin' like that. We can even dummy somethin' for you, some summer camp or computer school, to make your folks feel more at ease for a vacation and leavin' you behind. You send a copy of that disk to the papers here in town, maybe with some anonymous statements from us detailin' what a creep this guy is. I used to run with a guy years ago who's now into drugs and guns, he might have a lead on gun shipments to these rednecks, even more junk to tie to Napes. This will give us some breathin' room while they sort out a little bad PR here and time enough to leave a cold trail. I'm gettin' an RV together for cross country travel, enough to suit us for a long time. I'll even kick in 10 Gs for a state of the art compute setup for you, but I really don't know anythin about them, is that enough? All bankrolled by Ms. Robin Hood, thank you very much. Kid, you might not think much of my lifestyle, but you could pull some time for what your escapades have stirred up, and that's the least of our worries. I'd like you along, especially if you plan on wheelin' out the industrial sized balls for a break, you got heart kid. You're in as bad if not worse than me, so that makes you trustworthy. Whaddya think? <><><><><> [GM] "I think you're one crazy white girl!" SFX laughs. "I dunno about sendin' my folks to Bermuda....heck, where'd you get all this money anyways? Never mind, I don't wanna know. But yeah, *if* you can fix it up right, that would be cool. They never really been on a vacation anyways, they'll love it. Me an' my friends can mess with some records and help create this 'contest' of yours." "Jeez, truckin' around in an RV with a computer set-up, we're gonna be like the A-team or something. Hey, if we get a satellite dish I can do remote uploads and downloads from computer networks. I still ain't sure just exactly what you wanna do, besides get this loony-toons free. But I'm in. Sounds like a heckuva lot more fun than American history and trig..." <><><><><> Jacqueline: "The A-team? Yeah it does. Why don't you meet me tomorrow mornin' and we'll hit a printshop and have this contest set up all printed up and mailed. Anything you can help me with here? Does your mom or dad play the lottery or somethin'? Then I can get it mailed same day certified, and make the prize claim real soon, like tomorrow and get them out of here. We are not goin to have forever to plan and get out. You can also get your computer shoppin' tomorrow. I don't think a dish is smart, how big is it? The plan is really to keep movin and gatherin resources, I have people who'd sell me for a pack of cigarettes and your friends really aren't much for real help either. Maybe with our friends we can get a line on things away from here. With people who don't got a clue. I like when a plan comes together, eh Mr. T?!" Laughing, tell him again to be at the French market about 8 am. <><><><><> [GM] He's there the next morning, wearing a red jacket and mirror shades, looking like Joe Cool. He spots you and saunters over. "OK, let's go do our little Mission Impossible thing." <><><><><> Jacqueline: "Whoa there slick. Let's grab some cafe au lait and beignets, maybe discuss this a little." Go to a outdoor restaurant and order the New Orleans style breakfast, me takin' a Cajun omelette on the side. Chewing the pepper laden eggs, "So you really ready to pick up and go? Last shot out..." "Ok, so what do you know about Mr. Baton Rouge? Who's this Legion cat you were talkin trash about a few days ago? I also need to know what you can do, the limits. How far can you extend no sound? Can you break glass with pitch like the screechin' singers do? Can you imitate sounds and throw it like ventriloquism?" Order another creamy coffee, "Just so you know I want to help our people, but makin' some cash on the side ain't so bad. This bankroll will keep us goin' for a while, make our lives easier, maybe a little clout ain't so bad neither. it's what I do, I ain't goin' to feel bad about it...legality is in the mind and all. C'mon what you do isn't either, sides not many cells will hold me." Grin waitin ' for the kid to spill it. <><><><><> [GM] SFX shrugs. "I can shatter glass, sure. An' concrete, an' steel, heck, I can shatter just about anything! I can mimic things, I can do a super-ventriloquist act, I'm like my own sound studio. I can also shut off sound, make everything in a certain radius silent, like you saw- um, heard, the other night. I can also imitate pitches perfectly, that's how I got past those dogs, I just generated the same ultrasonic frequency as the guards' whistle. And of course, walking through the ultrasonic beams was no prob', I just made 'em ignore me." "The crazy dude's name is Steven Chase Moore. He was a student at the University of Texas, and now he's locked up in a mental hospital with schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder. I got no clue what his powers are, if he has any, 'sides what the Sharks said. That's 'bout all I know." <><><><><> Jacqueline: "Ok kid, here's the set up, we get a nice official lookin' set of documents for mom and pop. You make the travel arrangements, so I don't have to know your name or your parent's names. Pickup some computer stuff, clothes and any gear you want. maybe a CD player and some SFX CDs? Practice? Increase your repetoire? I don't know. How about you pick up some tech junk, since I'm not too knwoledgeable, a shortwave radio, camcorder, that kind of stuff." Hand the Kid an envelope with 25k. "Meet me back at my place around 4 or so. Kay?" Write up some hokey contest and have it printed, with a logo and envelope, etc. Make it certifies letter. Clean out the rest of my bank account and make way for the pad and wait for George to show his mug at noon. <><><><><> [GM] SFX's eyes bug out at the stuffed envelope. "Jesus Christ! You ain't a drug dealer, are you?" George shows up at noon, still looking very nervous. <><><><><> Jacqueline: "George, how are you?" Laughing, take his arm and hit the town. Go to a RV dealer and buy up one of the best ones I can get, with microwave, shower, kitchenette and beds. Spend up to 45-50 k, but try to be a bit frugal. Have it put under George's name. "George, here's 1 K, go stock the Rv's fridge with food, booze and soft drinks. I want you to take it to Baton Rouge and wait for me there. Call me tomorrow on the phone and I'll give you more instructions. Oh yeah, pick up a shotgun and some shells. Keep out of trouble and no booze. I'll pay you when we meet you, after all you are sittin' on a piece of change in unto itself." <><><><><> [GM] George nods mutely, still somewhat amazed at this turn of events. You meet SFX later, and he shows you the documents he had printed up. Too cocky for his own good, you think, because there goes his "secret identity". You now know his mother's name is Reba L. Lusk. But they do look very snazzy, just like something Ed McMahon might send out. "So, we ready to go make like Bill Cosby and 'I Spy'? We got a plan, or just bust in, you disintegratin' all the doors and bars in our way and me sendin' the guards running with ultrasonic screeches?" <><><><><> Jacqueline: Grin at SFX, "Yes, my pal George is goin' to meet us on the road from Baton Rouge. Here's what I think. We steal a car and go arrange a meeting with this dude, prison visiting day. One of us meets him and we get out from there. You make a distraction and maybe I can let a few cells lose and cause one with some prisoners. take out some of the cars and radio antennas/ towers to cover our break from being broadcast allover. We then rendezvous with George and switch vehicles and head out to Las Vegas. Along the way work on the con and find out his story, maybe some prospectin'." Laugh. "George will be leavin tomorrow, but he's stoppin by tonight and we can load up what you bought." When George shows up load the stuff up, re introduce the two after a bit review what george will do and how he will meet us. Tell him to stay at a Hojo's or some type of hotel like that in case we can't get in touch we can find him easy. After they've gone, see Wang and see if he got my fake ID and Flak vest. <><><><><> [GM] Wang has a fake ID for you, which looks better than the ones you used to make yourself so you could get into bars, anyways. He also has managed to come up with a bullet-proof vest, for which he charges a price that you know is at least twice the usual street rate. "Ah told ya before I ain't a supplier," he responds to your raised eyebrow. "Ah charge extra fer the trouble. Yup, you sherly could find one cheaper yerself if ya wanted ta do yer own legwork." "So, since t'last job went so easy, y'all ready fer another, or y'all wanna lie low a while an' not push yer luck? By the looks a' this thing-" indicating the vest, "you ain't shy 'bout pushin' yer luck...." <><><><><> Jacqueline: "Wang honey, you been real good to me, but I need a vacation. Go hit some casinos in Las Vegas, maybe win some more cash," Wink at Wang. "Thanks for the stuff, I really appreciate the trouble. If I need any extra spending money while I'm away you know anyone I can get in touch with out there? I'd be much obliged." <><><><><> [GM] Wang snorts. "Ah wouldn't go ta Vegas ta be buried!" And then you meet up again with SFX. "OK," he says, "Let's go spring us a nutcase!" <><><><><> Jacqueline: Gather all the gear and stow it away in the RV, send George on h is way. call ahead to the prison and make sure visiting day is sometime soon. The day it is possible, steal a nice sporty fast car for SFX to get away in with the nutjob. Use his bike or get a faster one for myself the same day to allow some time before it's reported stolen. <><><><><> [GM] Everything's set, you're on the road.... Approaching Baton Rouge- describe your plan of "attack". <><><><><> Jacqueline: Ok, reach out with the metal sense and see how far I can "see". Can I sense vehicles in garages, the cells within the prison, pipes worming through the building? All this is important, she's never tried to work on such a broad scope before. tell me what shee can 'see" or reach out to. <><><><><> [GM] You find your sensing range is considerable....you're able to make out masses of metal at least 100 yards away. The farther away, the "vaguer" your sense is, though. Within about 10 or 20 yards, you can see metal almost as if it was a 360 degree X-ray scanner, full three dimensional imaging. As you "look" farther out, the sensation becomes more indistinct, until you can only determine, at the far range of your senses, that there is a large mass of lead in a particular location, or bits of copper scattered along what you can see visually is an outer corner of the facility. <><><><><> Jacqueline: Ok, upon entering the prison parking area, disable as many guns as I can by shrinking up the hammers so they don't quite hit a bullet. Knock out any stae police cars not in operation by disconnecting batteries or succkingmetal out of sparkplugs. Look around for radio towers and Walking in wearing a wig, jeans and gaudy orange lipstick and nail polish, have SFX wait outside or near the hot car I got him. Leave the cellular with him. make sure he's around to create a diversion if things get out of hand. Go meet with our boy, working the same trick on any guards or cops. Look around and see what I've gotten myself in for. If I can reach out to the cell blocks and override some doors, then do so. Try to expalin to our boy what is going on briefly and ask him if he's had any other visitors. <><><><><> [GM] Your plan works fine, up until you get to the cell block where your friend is supposed to be. There are two armed guards standing at the entrance to the corridor, and they have very hostile expressions when they see you coming. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" one snaps. Both already have their hands on their weapons, which strikes you as a bit paranoid, and atypical behavior for prison guards, even in a mental hospital. <><><><><> Jacqueline: Snap my gum at the bozos and look very nonplussed, "Well sugah, I'm here ta visit. I dinnit knew he was such a popular guy. I dinnit travel all this way from Boise to not see him, what's the problem?" Snap my gum again coyly and make sure I 've "altered" their guns so there isn't any problems. If these guys make some sort of move on me grab any metal from the area and wrap the their faces, with holes to breathe from, but eyes and ears covered. <><><><><> [GM] They gawk at you. "Visit? It's 3 in the f***ing A.M.!" "Get rid of this bimbo!" one says to the other. That one moves towards you, and you wrap the guns around their hand, while the bars of the door behind them reach out and grab them. They both start yelling as the steel ripples up their arms and over their shoulders, only becoming quiet as it seals around their faces. "ANOTHER UBER OUT HERE!" one yells, before the metal covers his mouth. To your dismay, rather than panicking and clawing at their faces, the one on the left gropes his way to what looks like a medical bag sitting under a chair near the cell block door. When he lunges into it, however, what he withdraws is a submachine gun! "Tuck an' roll Bill!" he yells, as he brings it up and sprays bullets in your direction. You dive, trying to evade the arc of deadly fire, but several hit you anyways. Simultaneously, you feel the same sensation you felt back at Napes' house, as your belt loosens and your pants fall open along the seams as the rivets disintegrate. <><><><><> Jacqueline: Uber? Damn! My pants!! Will metal over my body as some extra protection, in case I see any more of these bums, a little shock value might not hurt. While not a good time to experiment, with the metal in flux around me see if I can skate on the floor due to the flowing nature of the metal. Try to locate this rube we're after, get to his cell and tell him we need his help, but we need to get out now! <><><><><> [GM] You wrap the automatic weapon around the man's wrists, then bind them both with the metal of the bars. You sprint down the corridor past them, and skid to a halt as you see three people emerging from one cell.