"Yeah," the bounty hunter scratched their head. Well, helmet. "They were kind of weird. Said something about a Blac-"<br/><br/><em>Bzzorch</em>. The phone delivering the message shut down, as did all of the phones taking pictures in a silent and invisible flash of electromagnetic radiation.<br/><br/>"Oh no, my new iPhone 3343!"<br/><br/>"What? You call that new?"<br/><br/>"I bought it yesterday!"<br/><br/>"Obsolete as of this morning. Well, guess if this one's dead, they're coming out with the 3345 tomorrow."<br/><br/>The police lieutenant looked nonplussed at the sudden destruction of his phone. "Huh. Guess maybe the Zohar thing can recognize its name and take down electronics? That's one to submit to the file."<br/><br/>"We're not going to start calling it 'You-Know-What,' are we sir?" a policeman giving the Silver Spider a blanket to cover herself said. The supervillainess gave Ace a grateful smile and tapped a finger to her nose in the old-timey gesture of 'it'll be our little secret.'<br/><br/>"God, I hope not. Ripping off Harry Potter? That'd be a new low," the police lieutenant said. As indeed it would.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Doom pool rolls a 19 with a d8 effect die. Figure I'll take a page out of Fallen London's book here; 'you succeed, but something else happens too.'<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85201<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85202<br/>https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85203</div></div><br/>The spidersilk satchel contained a couple of pieces of choice jewelry (in particular a jeweled statuette of a falcon that seemed important for no explicable reason) but most of the space was taken up by an extensive (and expensive-looking) jeweler's toolkit. Probably belonged to the owner. By space-to-value ratio it was probably the least valuable thing in there by an order of magnitude, though. Strange that Atel would choose it.