<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>Two<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Cat Thebes, Callidon<br/><br/>The large man simply grinned for approval.  One massive paw palmed a small grenade of some kind.  A canister appearance made both Callidon and Thebes think of a proper flashbang.  The deafening pop and flash that echoed from inside when the grenade went off confirmed the suspicion.  With an odd grace the man slammed his shoulder into the door the rest of the way.  Light spilled outward but not the pure white light one might imagine, but the sickly dim light of a warehouse ill-used.  All three would be welcomed by the sight of tents, stacked row upon row.  Within some shadows scrambled from atop thin cots while in others chains rattled slowly as drugged women barely stirred from the explosion.<br/><br/>Toward the right of the entry was a tall desk, position to be higher than the space around.  A woman with a few extra pound to her body was slumped over the floor, pudgy hands covering her face while she screamed.  A pair of guards stumbled around the same desk.  Cheap rifles cradled in their hands while attempting to regain their senses after such a brutal assault on their senses.  From beyond there could be heard more movement and screams as both guards, clients and women began to comprehend the sudden attack.<br/><br/>---OOC---<br/>Desk to your right, Agility test to vault over for cover if you'd like.<br/>Two stunned guards, both armed before you.<br/>The building is basically a warehouse with tents.  Catwalks above do have a couple of guards but at this range they are hard to hit you and you them.  There are ladders and ways to reach them spaced along the walls.  Tents are setup in rows.  They can also provide thin cover.  In each tent there is a cot, dirty sheets and sometimes a drugged victim chained.