Lynne looks at the situation on the west road out.
Now Ma'am, I don't think you want to go that way. Or any way, for that matter.
The guy from the pawnshop, from the civil war reenactment group, from the margins of everyone's investigations, is standing alone at the far end of the roadway, in the most ridiculous outfit you've ever seen. A garish, wide-brimmed, floppy, feathered, bright-green hat and coat, a bright red tie, and a ruffled shirt underneath. He has a high-caliber pistol at his side. It's noon. How appropriate.
Meanwhile, Runner Five reloads [7] and fires. [8] Another officer is killed. The last one turns and runs towards the apartments to deal with less dangerous foes.
Now Ma'am, I don't think you want to go that way. Or any way, for that matter.
The guy from the pawnshop, from the civil war reenactment group, from the margins of everyone's investigations, is standing alone at the far end of the roadway, in the most ridiculous outfit you've ever seen. A garish, wide-brimmed, floppy, feathered, bright-green hat and coat, a bright red tie, and a ruffled shirt underneath. He has a high-caliber pistol at his side. It's noon. How appropriate.
Meanwhile, Runner Five reloads [7] and fires. [8] Another officer is killed. The last one turns and runs towards the apartments to deal with less dangerous foes.
I am the They who says it!