GM: Evil Mike, Cruel, Silver Tongued Devil
Samuel Smythe (Steve): Occult Branch, Polish National, the Healer
Balthazar Magnusson (Owen): Operations Branch, Swedish, The Lindquist/Forger
Cyrus Lowenstein (Ben): Operations Branch, American, The Ladies Man
Nick Harmon (Mike): Occult Branch, American, Combat Psychic
We have a natural talent for ending previous sessions on critical failures. Last session was no exception as Agent Lowenstein critically failed his Stealth roll to sneak up on some…well we don’t know because Lowenstein’s com suddenly went silent.
“You in the church! Come out with your hands up or your friend here gets it in the head.â€
We seriously considered staying in the church.
Agent Magnusson and I exited the church with our hands up. Meanwhile, Agent Harmon and Willow snuck out the back window and hid. Once out of the church we found Lowenstein, bound and gagged, and in the clutches of some robe wearing cultist fanatics. We were led into the graveyard behind the church. There by an ancient tree the cultists called the “hanging tree†we prepared to meet our fate. All three of us were now bound and kneeled, execution-style, in front of a cultist. These fanatics also carried wicked looking swords. “Where was Harmon and Willow?â€
I made the first move. (My action card was a Joker!) Escaping from my bonds, I stood up. Uh, that was the end of my turn. (Yes, I know. Not very exciting, but escaping from professionally tied bonds is not as easy as I made it look; Just ask Lowenstein.) I believe Magnusson also got out of his bonds and turned on his executioner. Lowenstein did the best he could, bound. He took a pounding. The rest of us were dodging bullets and swords; trying to take down as many cultists as we could.
I saw Agent Harmon do the hand waving gesture that meant he was using he supposed physic powers. Nothing happened. Why doesn’t he just shoot them! Then I saw him pull his gun. Finally! The leader of this cult of fanatics was giving us a hard time. Apparently he was wearing some high-end super stealth suit because he vanished from sight. (I just notice that I’m starting to sound like a doubting Thomas, which I am not. I weld the mystic powers with the best of them. Just maybe this cult leader also had some magic as his disposal.)
We eventually dispatched the cultist fanatics. I healed Lowenstein of his wounds and, after a time, we cut him loose. We also finally got Willow to a safe drop-off point at the docks. A job well done…by most of us.
Next we have a little appointment with a biochemical plant located in Chernobyl. Sounds like a nice place.
Agent Smythe