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[1d20+10 = (7+10) = 17][1d20+10 = (1+10) = 11]>>165082Following the sound of these new shots, Silver adjusts his aim, and double taps again.
>>165083It’s from the same source, just targeted differently. Silver gears no reply.
[1d20+10 = (9+10) = 19][1d20+10 = (1+10) = 11]>>165084Just in case it's a trick, Silver fires again.
>>165086 →From the top, Amber can look outside, glancing through the slats on the small window at the top. Amber can see, far over to her left and to the left of the building, the police are paying special attention to a sheet metal shed. They must have found something there.
>>165085Nothing for a few seconds. Then a metalic sound, and...
Cla Cla Cla Cla Cla Cla Cla[1d20 = 18][1d20 = 11][1d20 = 6][1d20 = 6][12d0 = 0][1d20 = 1][1d20 = 20] >>165085>>165382The last of the shots hits Silver directly.
[1d7 = 6] >>165382>>165383Silver stumbles backwards, further out of the line of fire.
"Черт возьми!"
>>165385Silver moves back down the stairs, and towards Spectral Streak and the Salmon Stallion.
"Did he get you?" Spectral Streak asks, looking over. He looks back at the door for a moment. "This isn't really working."
>>165386"Yes, he got me." He covers the new gunshot wound. "Unless you have any better ideas..."
>>165381Amber continues looking at the shed, wondering if any of her compatriots would be so foolish as to hide in so conspicuous and so small a place.
>>165390Amber can see them start to roll something out. It's the car, recognizable not only for its color and model, but for the clear dents along the front, being pushed out covered in straw out of the shed by two officers.
>>165430Spectral Streak remains down the staircase along with Silver. Silver hears a
Cla Cla, with two more shots hitting the door, and spraying splinters
>>165447Silver whispers to Spec, as to not be overheard.
"Keep them busy here, I'm going to see if I can flank them from main stairwell." >>165449He nods
"Oh I can do that." He looks over towards the Salmon stallion. "You want to take Pinkie here, or should I?"
>>165451"Your call. You think you will need him here?"
>>165453"He might be safer here. But are you sure you won't need... help? Or someone to cover your rear?"
>>165455"Hopefully most of them are too busy here to pay attention."
>>165456"Well, let's keep them busy"
>>165457Silver nods, and makes his way back to the main staircase to sneak up to the next floor.
>>165458Silver walks through the hallway, through the reception area, and down the main hallway. Silver walks past the drone from earlier, which perhaps disturbingly, lies down over a yard from where he last left it. Silver makes it to the staircase. The halls are illuminated by lights, and are mostly quiet.
>>165459Jenny at the ready, Silver makes his way up the stairs, trying to be quiet.
>>165462Silver will notice that this stairway goes up two more floors. The previous engagement was against enemies on the floor above them
>>165463Silver starts by just advancing up one floor.
>>165429>>165430At least it's not one of her friends, but now they know for
sure they're here. Amber goes over to the other window, looking to see if the path to the house is clear.
>>165478Amber looks over to the far left. She can only see the edge of the house. It's hard to say, really, if the whole way is clear. But she does not see anygriff that direction.
>>165466[1d20 = 10] >>165492Silver goes upstairs, to the wooden door that is half open, and past the railings that are chipped by bullets. And then
BANG[1d20+3 = (18+3) = 21] >>165493>>165492Silver takes a fairly direct hit across the side by what he can tell is a shotgun blast. The flak jacket makes a big difference - all of the difference in the world, it feels - but pellets break through
[1d6 = 1] >>165489Amber goes downstairs to the left door and looks around before approaching the house.
[1d20+10 = (12+10) = 22][1d20+10 = (9+10) = 19]>>165494Silver gasps as the air is knocked out of his lungs. He turns towards his attacker and double taps his Jenny.
>>165496Hit, and hit. Silver can see that it is a “pony” with a civilian model of shotgun, just inside of a hallway
>>165498"Gack!" The creature almost hacks, wincing in pain after being pieced not once but twice. He manages to, with a glowing green light, rack the slide "clack clack." He fires
BANG[1d20 = 18] >>165498>>165499Silver is hit, although only glancing
[1d6 = 4] [1d20+10 = (5+10) = 15][1d20+10 = (11+10) = 21]>>165499>>165500Silver is once again not doing so hot. He manages to squeeze off a couple more rounds at least.
>>165503The creature is consumed in green fire before even the second bullet hits. It falls over towards its left, and away from the wall. Silver can see that it is a black drone with a brown jacket. There is red blood splattered across the wall, but blue blood seeping out of the creature itself.
>>165504Red blood? They must have encountered somepony before them...
Silver looks down at himself, blood seeping through the holes in his flak jacket. With every battle he feels more and more like a block of aged, holey cheese. He pushes on, grabbing the drone's shotgun and any shells he has on him.
>>165505The shotgun (presumably) has 3 rounds inside of the tube and chamber, and a capacity of 5. The drone has another 5 shells. The shots seem to be birdshot. The hallway goes both left and right, with the drone on the left side. Near the door, a drone sits, leaning against the wall.
>>165506Can Silver see how ready the drone is to respond if threatened?
>>165507Yes. He’s right next to it, as it is by the door
>>165508Silver checks the ammo he's got for the Jenny before he does anything.
>>165509Removing the magazine, Silver counts one, two, three, four rounds.
>>165604Amber looks around at the now darkening trees and bushes, and the long shadows left by the home and barn. Silver sees that now, even the homeowner has gone to the shed, and there is nogriff looking
>>165606>Silver seesAmber quietly but quickly proceeds to the house and darts inside.