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>>163402
Indeed. It may mean they're getting closer to the changelings and their SMGs, but it also means they can get into position to ambush them.

>>163403
Well, Silver moves around to what is a similar position to where he was before.

The pipes are maybe four or so feet thick, with a gap below them, and of course room above them for maneuvering, or viewing around.

>>163404
Silver peaks from behind his cover at his surroundings.

>>163409
Which cover? Is Silver by the pipes immediately behind and to the right of the processor, or somewhere else? Also, where does he ask Spec to go?

>>163410
Silver is by the pipes. As for Spec, I'm not certain, but probably somewhere higher up.

>>163411
Well… this places Silver right next to where he last saw the group of changelings and ponies.

>>163412
Can he see anything from there?

>>163413
Silver can see two ponies next to the processor looking nervous. Both are wearing blue uniforms, and includes the off-white pony Silver spoke to earlier. Next to them are the two "ponies" in black uniforms that appear to be dressed as security guards. One holding the submachine gun is near Silver, and the other holding the machine carbine is near the edge, and occasionally pears over

[1d20+2 = (13+2) = 15]
[1d20 = 12]

>>163414
Are they aiming at the captured ponies, such as using them as meatshields?

>>163415
No. The one by the edge is at the ready for an approach from the left, and the one on the right is in a ready position for attack from the back.

Roll sneak

>>163417
One of the ponies leaning by the processor looks over towards Silver, and then the pony with the Submachine gun

"Widersacher, hier drüben!"

Roll Initiative

>>163420
>>163419
Opposed
[1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]
[1d20-3 = (19-3) = 16]

>>163420
>>163421
Silver has first draw, but both enemies have noticed Silver

>>163422
Which one of the changelings is closest to the hostages, and how close are they to them?

>>163423
Silver is very close to all, certainly less than 50 feet. The black guards are to either side of the blue-uniformed ponies

[1d20+6 = (11+6) = 17]
[1d20+6 = (16+6) = 22]
[1d20+6 = (12+6) = 18]
[1d20+6 = (17+6) = 23]
>>163424
Silver takes aim at the changeling on the right, and lets loose with a small barrage of fire.

>>163425
Ching Ching Ching Ching

Silver hits true

>>163427
The grey pegasus near Silver who holds the submachine gun loosens the hold on the gun, and stumbles back. Then he abruptly falls to the ground, drops the gun, and is enveloped in a green fire that reveals a black creature with a thin, sickly tongue that hangs out of its open mouth.

Silver doesn't have time for any of that at all, because the other pony in black, a blue unicorn, holds up a machine carbine with magic, and aims it right at Silver under the pipe

Clack clack clack clack clack clack clack
[1d20 = 10]
[1d20 = 9]
[1d20 = 6]
[1d20 = 5]
[1d20 = 9]
[1d20 = 7]
[1d20 = 10]

[1d20+6 = (2+6) = 8]
[1d20+6 = (19+6) = 25]
[1d20+6 = (6+6) = 12]
[1d20+6 = (16+6) = 22]
>>163428
Silver ducts out of the way of the incoming fire, responding with another small barrage from his lovely Jenny.

>>163429
The hail of bullets proceeds in Silver's general direction, though they seem to move just slightly off to the left or high, skimming along the edge of the steel pipe and diverting into the soil near Silver.

Silver Can't dodge by much where he is under the pipe, but he can shoot at the last pony. One shot goes wide above him, then a hit, a gazing miss, and a hit. Two hits.

>>163431
"Ooomph"
The creature is hit, closes its mouth together, and loses hold of the carbine, which slumps down until it hangs by the sling. Still, the pony remains standing

>>163432
Silver keeps his rifle trained on the changeling.

"You speak Ponish? Surrender and you will not be harmed further."

>>163433
The pony coughs, and coughs a second time, with blue blood seeping out of his mouth. He leans back and sits down, and then his front legs collapse, and he falls to his belly. He still holds his head up with milky blue eyes looking towards Silver.

>>163434
Silver takes that as a surrender. If he still has the medkit on him, he moves out of cover to stabilize the changeling.

>>163435
Silver gets out the medical kit, presumably finds something to stop the bleeding, and BANG BANG. The creature is hit on its right side, and then falls onto its left side, showing wounds that glow blue. Almost like a cloud of green dust, the creature becomes a pure black with light blue eyes. Its mouth hangs open.

Spec comes around to stand near Silver

>>163436
Silver stands shocked for just a moment, before he turns to Spec.

"...he could have given us information on their greater plans for city, or where other hostages are."

He keeps his own reservations on shooting defeated opponents to himself, even if he doesn't have the greatest leg to stand on.

>>163437
Spectral Streak speaks to Silver
"Or he could have pulled a grenade on us. I don't really care for anything he has to say. Let's get these valves turned before the-"

BANG BANG

There are two shots from behind
[1d20+3 = (2+3) = 5]
[1d20+3 = (20+3) = 23]

>>163438
>>163439
"gluck"
Spectral Streak is shot in the neck
[2d8 = 6]

>>163440
"SON! NO!"

Silver dives to get his son out of the line of fire and into cover.

>>163441
That's... actually pretty difficult. The fire comes from behind them. Silver would have to drag Spectral Streak around the processor, quite a few feet.

>>163442
Hmm...in that case, Silver gets between his son and the attacker, looking through his Jenny's scope to find the damn changeling who did this.

>>163443
One creature holding a rifle - looks like an older model civilian semi-automatic rifle, the same as the other pony Silver saw earlier. It is in the form of a pony, leaning out of the edge of an open door at the pump house, some ways away.

[1d20+10 = (20+10) = 30]
[1d20+10 = (6+10) = 16]
>>163444
Silver aims down the scope towards the creature, and squeezes off a couple of rounds.

>>163445
>>163446
The creature looks down its sights at Silver... But Silver gets it right in the head, just above the eye. It's hat falls off, and instantly the creature is consumed in green light, and falls to the ground.

[1d20+4 = (15+4) = 19]
>>163447
Medical: Silver immediately kneels down with his medkit and tends to his son's wounds.

>>163448
Silver sees that Spectral Streak has been shot in the neck. Fortunately, it's off to the side, missing any major arteries, the spine, and (mostly) avoiding the windpipe. He is breathing oddly, however. The bullet has gone all the way through.

>>163449
This may be time for the vials. Spec's neck wound is certainly serious enough to warrant it.

>>163450
Silver takes the vial

>>163451
Does he have a needle in the medkit? If so, he injects it into his son. If not, he'll have to get Spec to drink it.

>>163452
There is indeed a hypodermic needle in the set. The injury is also near the esophagus

>>163453
"This will only hurt for moment."

Silver puts the contents of the vial into the needle, locates an artery in/around his neck, and stabs it into his injuried son.

>>163454
Spec winces. But as Silver injects the liquid, he can see, in more or less real time, the wound slowly sealing itself. Spectral Streak's breathing becomes more normal.

>>163455
"How are you feeling? Feeling better?"

>>163456
"Still like being kicked in the neck" He barely croaks out, and then coughs. "But better." He starts to stand up

>>163457
With this, Silver helps his son to stand up.

"Alright, that is three down, how many more?"

>>163458
"Maybe all? Get the valves."

>>163459
Silver nods. Are the workers still around?

>>163460
Yes. The two workers are standing nearby, looking scared and confused

>>163461
"Can you help us? Which valves do we turn to undo what these changelings did?"

>>163462
A grape-green earth pony opens his mouth, and seems very nervous. But the off-white pony Silver talked to before speaks up.
"The valves to the flare need to be turned on, and the feed needs to be turned off. The valve right here needs to be turned counter-clockwise."

>>163463
Silver turns the valve, just as he is directed.

>>163464
It's rather hard to turn

Off-white pony
"The flare needs to be turned on."

Green pony
"No.. no no, the flow needs to be turned on. The flare, it could be dangerous."

[1d20+2 = (9+2) = 11]
>>163465
Strength: Silver really puts his back into turning that valve.

>>163466
And it is turned. Silver can feel that he is closing the valve

>>163467
"NNNGH! S-so...GAH, what do we do to stop this?"

>>163468
Green pony
"Just, keep the flow"

Off--white pony
"No, it needs to be flared!"

>>163469
Silver stands up once the valve is turned.

"I do not know anything about this, we need you to figure this out."

>>163470
Off-white
"There is too much pressure, and too many units off line. The gas must be flared."

Green
"No... That's wasting the gas, and an open flame is dangerous. Just turn the valves to send it along to the next units."

>>163471
"I do not much care about wellbeing about gas. What is danger that open flame could do? Is it worse than oil plant exploding?"

>>163148
However calming this barn could be to her, the suspense from just waiting, thinking about what could go wrong or what went wrong already, is harrowing. Amber stays in one place, still listening and waiting for nightfall, as there is nothing better to do.

>>163474
Roll die, wisdom modifier

Looks like my schedule has cleared up. I got lots of time whenever you do.

>>163521
Hey Spark, good to see you! Hope your side of the campaign proceeds smoothly.

>>163504
At the risk of retreading an event that has already happened
No birds, no cows outside. Just a single sheep "bah" from beneath, and further away, the sound of an automobile door closing, and griffins talking

>>163472
"Well it's... it's an open flame. It could cause the plant to explode. If there are any gas leaks." He presses his teeth firmly together, and lips pulled back. He is nervous, anxious, or otherwise frightened.

The other operator speaks
"What are you talking about? The flare is a hundred and fifty feet up. No gasses will come near it, and any that do will be long dispersed."
He is in a relatively more excited state.

>>163528
"And what are dangers of sending gas to next units?"

>>163529
Blue pony:
"It's just how the units work. It's the normal process."

Off-white pony:
"If the units are shut off or the valves are closed there will be a pressure build up. And if any stray bullets have caused leaks, that could be even worse."

>>163530
Silver sighs.

"I assume you two will not be able to decide on course of action yourselves?"

>>163531
Simultaneously:
"Just open the flow"
"Start up the flare"

>>163527
An automobile? This can't be good, it may be unwelcome visitors. Amber listens intently to make out any words the griffons are saying.
[1d20+3 = (17+3) = 20]

>>163533
[unintelligible]
"You think they are here? Where is the automobile?"
"It was here, the neighbor said so."
"Farmers will say anything for a few fractal guilders."
"He described the automobile correctly, even the damage on it. There are not many of those here."
"Well where is it?"
"Do your job and look for it. You would not be so lazy if we were looking for the princess."
Third voice:
"The princess may be out here. That may be where they were going, for all we know."
The second voice again:
"The Princess only a few miles from the castle? Hiding in a barn?"
Third voice:
"If the princess is as lazy in running away and the Katerinberg police as lazy in finding her as the lot of you are, I would not wonder at all."

>>163534
Amber's feathers and fur stand on end as she hears these words. The Inquisition is hot on their trail and they'll find the car quickly. More importantly, they'll know to search the house–and the barn– and Amber had better warn her friends there.

Is there any way for Amber to get to the house unseen and unheard?

>>163532
At this point, Silver is frustrated, and worried about the state of the oil plant if these two can't figure out the correct course of action.

"So, there is chance either option could start fire. And neither of you can agree on course of action together. So it is up to me, and it is not any fault of mine if things go wrong with my decision, yes?"

>>163535
In order for Amber to get to the house unseen and unnoticed, she would have to:
Exit the attic, and then the barn, unnoticed
Run across the open area between the barn and the house, unnoticed, and
Enter the house, unnoticed

Amber really doesn't have any reason to believe this is impossible right now, but she knows they are outside, and she does not know if they are already in the house, or even the barn.

>>163536
"No no, the flow needs to open!"

"TURN ON THE DAMN FLARE"

>>163537
Silver doesn't happen to have a flashlight with him, does he.

I'll be ready to play tomorrow if you are available.

>>163540
Yay! Is here

>>163539
Silver does not. Spec, however, does.

>>163537
Hmm, three checks at minimum. With so little information available to her, save that she needs to hide, she does so. They'll certainly search the barn, the question is whether she's hidden enough?

>>163542
The attic is... less ideal that perhaps even a standard residential attic in that it is largely clean, and there are no boards at the edges by the sloped-roof. There is still the stack of straw, the large metal device, a number of what seem to be livestock blankets, and a few other items.

>>163541
Silver takes his flashlight, and checks both of the workers.

>>163544
As expected, there is residence. The green pony closes his eyes, and is more nervous than before. The off-white pony looks away, she is more irritated and exasperated than before

>>163543
Amber shapes the straw to look as if a creature is lying in it and drapes a blanket over the stack. She huddles under a pile of the rest of the blankets, making it look the opposite: a disorganized bundle instead of a makeshift shelter.

What does the large metal device look like?

>>163545
"Just open your eyes, I need to check for something."

>>163546
It is several feet high, made of metal with wheels on either side of a pair of grates.

>>163547
The two each open their eyes.

Green pony: Golden irises, with a very strong reflective blue tint throughout.

Off-white pony: dark purple, mostly opaque whites

>>163548
Silver turns his flashlight off.

"Flare off excess gas, we need to prevent explosion."

>>163549
"That's what I've been saying!" The off-white one takes a breath, and is already on his way away.

The green one's mouth hangs open slightly as he sits down, tail wrapping around.

>>163550
Silver goes up to the green one, and offers a hoof for him to get up.

"Come with me, I have task for you."

>>163551
He is breathing heavily.
“But… the gas must flow.”
[1d2 = 1]

Hmmmm…. Roll diplomacy

>>163553
He closes his mouth, and takes Silver’s hoof

>>163554
Silver pulls him up. He turns to his son to talk to him quickly.

"Spec, if you are well enough can you scout around area, make sure it is safe?"

>>163555
Spec nods sharply. His neck is still wounded, as is his wing, but he looks like he can move well.

>>163556
Silver nods, and takes the colt out of sight. Once he does, he turns to the green pony.

"Alright, be honest: you are changeling, yes?"

>>163557
His eyes widen, his pupils become smaller, and his ears fall down.

"N-no I'm not."
He sort of smacks his lips after speaking, as if trying to wet them

>>163558
"Listen, if you are, this is your out. Unlike my son, I do not like to shoot unarmed opponents, including changelings. You can go to your brethren confident in knowing you have done your part."

>>163560
Now, he opens his mouth, and Silver can hear a sound of breathing in. He moves back, until his tail makes contact with the steel case of the unit.

>>163561
Silver tilts his head.

"I am being serious, just be honest with me."

>>163548
Amber positions the pile of blankets–and herself–between the metal device and the wall so that it's hidden for the most part, and a casual glance would suggest these were tossed there for storage.

>>163562
"Eye, eh, um..."
His mouth closes, and then his lips become relaxed and straighter. He makes a slow breath out his nose. Then he speaks in a voice that sounds alien, not only for the accent, but for a strange quality of having two tones at once.

"The refinery and the terminal are both supposed to be destroyed. If necessary, I along with it."

>>163563
Amber does have the difficulty of the gap between the wall and the roof. Unless she moves the machine towards one of the side walls at either end of the structure.

>>163564
"You are more than free to continue to try to blow it up, but I am certain you will be stopped either way. Retreating and regrouping will accomplish same thing without needlessly dying. You are clearly talented infiltrator if you made it this far without anypony before me catching on, what is point of throwing away your life when you can otherwise continue to serve Hive? There is far more war after this, and Hegemony will need every Infiltrator they need for this one."

>>163565
Okay, add another diplomacy roll

>>163567
The creature moves to the right slowly, seemingly trying to find a position where he can move back without running into steel. He keeps his eyes focused on Silver.

>>163568
"And I will freely admit, if my son finds out, he will not be willing to let you go. I am giving you chance. I pray to Great Mother you take it."

He speaks
"I did not like our orders. To die for it."

The creature moves to the right, and moves to the right, and moves to the right, until there is nothing behind him. Then he turns around, and gallops off, tail down low.

>>163572
Silver nods in his direction as he leaves, happy he chose this path. Silver returns to where he left Spec and the white pony, seeing how the two are doing.

>>163573
Overhead, Silver hears a loud swoosh sound. It's almost like the sound of burning gas, waving and disrupted in the wind. Overhead, a plane flies, and then another one with the same roaring swoosh sound. It's low and close enough that Silver can see the tin can-like design, the angled back wings, the gaping hole where the prop out to be, the yellow stripes, and the rows of rockets under the wings. As it moves further, Silver can hear the distant sounds of multiple machine guns.

Further away, and almost in the same direction as Silver saw the green pony run off to, although a little to the left, Silver can see Spec along with the off-white pony next to a unit with many more pipes, and a tall, thin chimney.

>>163574
For a couple of seconds, Silver wonders at the rocket-powered plane before the sound of machine guns snaps him back to reality. He gallops over to his son and the worker.

>>163575
Spec and the pony each turn heavy valves, standing on their hind hooves to do so, and closing their eyes. As this is complete, Silver can hear the sound of gas burning above them.

>>163576
Silver moves to help them, figuring three ponies is better than two.

"Things must be heating up, if we are sending in those rocket...plane...things."

>>163577
The entire complex is a byzantine labyrinth of pipes. There are enough valves for Silver to turn.

Spec looks over at Silver
"Good to see you back." But he turns his head back to the unit, and to the next valve. "Yeah, close air support. You can tell central command doesn't give a damn about spooking civilians. I don't know if there is anything more the changelings could do to send the ponies into a state of fear than what the Republic is doing."

>>163578
"I heard machinegun fire. Perhaps changeling agents in city are moving into open warfare."

>>163579
“Yeah, it seems like it. They are all coming out into the light now. And the Homeguard is responding with heavy weaponry of its own.”

>>163580
"This will mean lots of heavy casualities." He looks off in the distance at nothing in particular. "I hope Pear and foals are okay..."

>>163581
“It makes me wonder if high command new what was going to happen.” He pauses, and places a hoof on his fathers back.

“They are off to safety on the other side of the peninsula. We fight the i literature here, so they can’t get to her - to them - over there.”

>>163582
Silver turns to the white pony.

"How many more flares need to be turned on?"

>>163583
“The flare is already on. It’s valves at the units that need to be turned.” He pauses. “I can get from here.” Then he slowly turns his body, and looks directly at Silver. “Thank you… back there. I thought it was the end. I thought I was going down with them.”

>>163584
Silver smiles at the pony.

"It was nothing, just doing our jobs. But you are welcome. Do you need us to stick around and help or do you have it from here?"

>>163585
“No I… I think it’s clear here. I hope.” He answers, swallowing. “Most of security is gone. Hard to tell but… I’ve got it.”

>>163586
"There is still guard left. It is not much but if you need somepony, he is there." He pats the pony's shoulder. "Finish this and then get yourself to safety. My son and I are going to rejoin fight against changelings."

>>163587
“Okay. Yes… and thank you again.” He says, thing out heavily and repeatedly, as if letting out suppressed fear that only now has the time to come to the surface.

>>163588
Silver nods, at turns to Spec.

"Let us go, rest of Homeguard needs help."

>>163589
Spec nods sharply, and the two go back to the car

>>163590
Silver takes the radio, and listens in on communications for who is asking for help.

>>163564
Then Amber moves the machine quietly to the end farther from the searchers.

>>163592
This is difficult, as not only is the machine heavy and the floor rather thin, but Amber doesn't know if there is anygriffin downstairs who could hear the commotion. All the same, Amber is able to move the machine.

>>163594
Time to hide as planned.

>>163595
Also, roll hide (dexterity check)

Amber is fortunate that those who are after her have not prioritized checking the loft, at least yet. The commotion of her moving the machine and the blankets has prevented Amber from assessing the situation outside.

>>163597
Amber has settled herself in the pile of blankets behind the machine when she hears movement downstairs, and then a minute later, knocking at the end of the room. Amber can tell pretty quickly why it has taken several minutes for them to come to her - they search together, rather than splitting up. Amber can here the sounds of one entering the top, then silence, and then the sound of him coming up, and another quickly following. She can hear them speak

"Look around"
"What is this?"
"I don't know."
"Does it look like anyone has used this?"

[1d20 = 13]
[1d20 = 11]

>>163597
>>163598
Amber can hear them coming closer, and
"Does it look like anyone has lived in this?"
"With the blankets, maybe."

If Amber is looking outside at all, she can see that a light is shined in her area, although the inspection is cursory. She can hear the sound of the straw being disassembled and removed.

"Nothing in here."
"A drifter may have been living here"
"You can't say that. It could have been the Princess."
"As I said, a drifter."

And then they move closer to Amber
"What is this?"
"Some kind of... I don't know what that is"
But then a third voice speaks up. An older voice
"That's a tilt table"

Amber can hear them taking a closer look at the machine, and then the blankets behind.

"I don't see anything. Or hear anything."

And now, she hears a fourth voice
"We hear the car."

This is all the intruders need to vacate the loft.

After some seconds, Amber is alone again.

>>163598
>>163599
Wew. That was close, too close. Amber waits until they're far enough that they won't hear the floorboards creak, and tentatively looks out before leaving the pile of blankets. She looks below the loft and, if it's clear, goes downstairs to better ascertain what's going on.

>>163600
What makes the barn a bit more dangerous is that there may or may not be anyone downstairs at any moment, and it is hard to tell. So Amber would presumably be very slow in cautious in moving all the way across the top of the loft.

Peaking down. Amber sees no movement. From the windows, Amber can tell that it is late afternoon, but the sun is most definitely still out

>>163601
Are there any griffons staying behind in those shadows, looking for any hiders who may venture out? Part of Amber, perhaps her smarter half, wants her to stay upstairs a good while longer, as there is no conceivable way to help her friends anyway. Nonetheless, although hiding in one place may be more prudent is it really the way to go through life?

Slowly, she creeps down the stairs.

>>163602
Roll Spot (wisdom modifier)

>>163603
I have four ranks in Spot, that doesn't come into play?

>>163604
Yes.

>>163606
Amber can see that the lower level seems to be vacated, although she can't really see into every stall, nor into the operation room at the end of the stable.

>>163607
Amber cannot investigate outside the barn without knowing the inside is clear. She glances into the operating room first and then each stall, careful not to expose herself.

>>163608
This is a little difficult, as Amber would necessarily have the walk down the center.

All the same, Amber appears to be alone in the stable, save for a couple sheep and a cow. However, there are windows to the outside that could give her away.

>>163609
Amber stays low to avoid getting spotted, and is grateful the livestock don't seem to mind her presence. She glances out one of the windows to see what's going on.

>>163610
Looking out the back side nearer the house… Amber sees nothing… except one vehicle that seems to be a police vehicle.

>>163611
So that's what they came in on. Are there other windows that give a better view of the house?

>>163612
Windows on the right side of the barn. At least at the moment, there is no movement at the house.

>>163613
Has Amber any idea where the police went? They mentioned something about a car.

>>163614
Amber does not where they went.

>>163615
Amber looks back to the police car. Are there any griffons near that?

>>163616
No.

>>163617
First checking to see that there is no griffon in the line of sight, Amber climbs through the window to the police car.

>>163618
Alright…. Roll Spot again.

>>163620
Out of the corner of her right eye, Amber can see that the veterinarian owner of the house has left the house, and is standing facing away from the house maybe 50 feet away.

>>163621
That is odd, very odd. Amber doesn't like the look of that. Probably not a good idea to approach the veterinarian if the area is open. And the house is a worse idea considering the police probably went inside. She goes over to the side of the police car away from the house and quietly opens the door to look inside.

>>163622
So Amber is venturing out into the open?

>>163623
Well, she hasn't seen any police looking in this direction, has she? If not, yes.

>>163624
https://youtu.be/7w6ScNOR6FE

Alright. Roll die. Move silently (dexterity modifier)

[1d20 = 14]

>>163626
Amber steps out of the barn, walks across the dirt road and open grass towards the house, and to the police car. But behind her, she can hear talking. Talking coming from the other side of the barn, and a little further to her right.

>>163627
Amber ducks behind the police car and looks behind her.

>>163628
The owner of the house turns Amber’s direction. He must have heard something. But more concerning us a group of at least three griffins together. These include one officer, but also an older griffin in an otherwise inconspicuous grey fedora and trench coat, and a familiar face - Helm. The three are positioned a little ways past the barn, and seem to be looking at some other sight blocked from line of sight from Amber by the barn.

>>163629
Helm! No doubt he has betrayed them after all this. Amber's insides roil with disgust at such treachery. Keeping an eye on them, she opens the police car door and looks inside.

>>163630
[1d20 = 10]
Well, it’s a car. The upholstery is minimal, and if there are any weapons inside, they are not by the driver’s seat.

[1d5 = 1]

>>163631
Would it be possible for Amber to start the car?

>>163632
Hmmm….
I have to go to sleep. I will reply tomorrow

>>163632
The keys have been removed from the car, if it even has assisted ignition.

>>163640
Very unfavorable. Amber searches the car for anything useful.
[1d20+3 = (7+3) = 10]

>>163643
A single pair of cuffs, a baton, some receipts, a notebook, one whistle, and what seems to be a loaded magazine for an automatic pistol.

>>163644
Amber grabs the cuffs, baton, whistle, magazine, and notebook. Has she been spotted yet?

>>163645
It looks like the owner of the house noticed. As for the officers and Helm, Amber can't tell right now.

>>163646
Amber looks to the vet and puts her claw to her beak to indicate keeping quiet. She hides behind the car and listens intensely for the adversaries.

>>163647
Amber can see why they take such interest - they have found the car, evidently hidden in a stack of hay. A pair of other officers move in from out of line of sight, and closer to the car. The fedora wearing grey officer says something to the black clothed police, and they nod and move out. It looks like at least one may be coming towards the house.

>>163648
Would Amber be able to move back to the barn without them seeing, considering they are distracted?

>>163649
I think you know who knows
It's the dice. The dice know.

For what it's worth, the police are concentrated to the left of the barn (north west) and not so much to Amber's right (the southeast).

>>163650
Move silently:
[1d20+3 = (2+3) = 5]

>>163651
Amber can not at all be sure that she did not gain the attention of the officers

>>163653
It's too late for caution, Amber climbs through one of the windows and hides in a livestock stall.

>>163654
Off screen: [1d20 = 6] [1d20 = 2]

Any particular approach to hiding?

>>163655
Amber hides behind one of the stall walls and waits with a baton for one of them to come by.

>>163656
Alright....

An officer forces open a door (as if it weren't already unlocked, and looks around). Another follows.

Amber should roll for Hide

[1d20+2 = (12+2) = 14]

[1d20+2 = (2+2) = 4]

>>163656
>>163657
To clarfy...

One officer enters into the stable at the far left side, near the entry to the loft. The other, which Amber cannot see, enters through a door into the operations room on the far right side. While the doorway is open between them, it's still essentially two separate rooms.

Only one officer is in the stable. He seems to take the strategy of moving away and looking into a stall on the opposite side, and then moving around to try to examine the other one at a distance. He seems to have at least somewhat anticipated the possibility of being ambushed from behind a stall wall. What he has gained in caution, he lacks in perceptiveness. He does not notice Amber, at least until Amber is in direct line of sight.

>>163659
These are smart enemies. Amber stays where she is.

>>163660
Is Amber going to wait until he would be damn near looking at her? Does she have something special to hide behind?

>>163661
What's in the stable? Amber can hide behind an animal or a piece of machinery, depending on what's in there.

>>163662
The doors are low, but still present. Aside from the doors the rails next to the central walkway are spaced apart enough to be seen through. There is some bedding straw, a few pails, and one or two livestock blankets. There are also sheep and a cow.

>>163663
Amber crouches behind the sheep, careful not to disturb it. She raises her claw to her beak in a gesture of silence.

This is a universe where cows and sheep are sapient, right?

>>163664
If it is, then it is a universe where cows and sheep are racist against griffins
[1d2 = 1]
[1d2 = 1]

Well, Amber is definitely not noticed before the final approach to the stall. But how well hidden is she from the front?

Roll Hide
[1d20+2 = (6+2) = 8]