<div class="floatright">(http://orig10.deviantart.net/3f32/f/2012/002/5/6/dust_and_smoke_by_shimmering_sword-d4l4dg7.jpg)</div>Name: Darclight<br/>Where: Moonstone Gallery Police Line<br/>Milestones: Riders on the Storm and The Moonstone Robbery!<br/>1 PP | 0 Physical | 0 Mental | 0 Emotional | 2xp<br/><hr/><br/>Darclight had just been about to get the last of the message...when the phone fried along with all the other ones in the vicinity.  Of course, those watching had little idea what had caused it, but Darclight had access to some of the most powerful sensors you could imagine a war machine having.  EM radiation was like sneezing.<tt class="bbc_tt">"The next time you wish to detonate a small-scale EMP in the middle of hearing a very important message regarding the current state of affairs for something as <em><strong>asinine</strong></em> as modesty, do kindly inform us before you do it.  Or at least have the common decency to wait until the message is finished."</tt>Darclight sounded about as annoyed as a machine like him could sound, directing the comment at the source of the radiation burst.<br/><br/>The thing in the Spider's bag that really had Darclight's attention was the jeweler's tools.  Someone like the Spider could have had one of her flunkies go buy one, or she could at least have stolen such a thing (if she insisted on theft as means of acquisition) from a far less conspicuous place.  Ergo, why take it now?  Opportunity?  Maybe.  But Darclight doubted that.  He ran his sensors over the box first.  Nearly any sensor imagined by man (and a few that weren't) were housed in his frame.