Ssusan Cochrane<br/>At 4855 Pinetree<br/>Getting out of there<br/><br/>One the floor and crawling for the door, not bothering to tell people to get down, just staying down and getting out.  Moving fast, too, she was out the door and headed for her car before the screaming really got started.  More shots a lot more shots and god know, she didn't want to be found near the scene of two underworld shooting in two days, God No!<br/><br/>It seemed other people had the same idea, they were headed for cars when she started hers and peeled out.  Well, peeled out as defined by a Ford Focus, anyway.<br/><br/>Her phone was going off, she ignored it, the leading edge of a panicked race for the estate exits, the guards waved her through, a glance in her mirrors showed the crest of panic building behind her.  She got a block away, checked her phone... Emily?  Hurt, on a boat?  She checked her Garmin, the coordinates.  Right on top of her.  A boat.  Shit, the panicked return fire from bodyguards, colossal bad luck for her to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.<br/><br/>She found a cross street, right beside the waterway, there, had to be.  Now where to stash her car.  Oh God, Oh God, present at two shootings at two days, they'd find some reason to lock her up, yes they would.  OK.  She found a spot in the path of the boat, pulled over, pulled out her other kitbags... and put the car in drive, got itgoing, put it in neutral and hopped out while her precious car dropped over the bank and splashed into the water, a few bubbles and that was it.  It would buy her some time, she'd report it stolen.<br/><br/>It was the best she could come up with.  Her messenger bags were top quality, supposedly watertight.  Here came the boat.  Shit.  She kicked her sneakers off, tied them around her neck, and jumped into the water, swimming like a desperate dog clutching her bouyant bags, just barely intercepting the boat and oh fucking hell, how to get aboard, found a  line, lifted up tossed her bags aboard and hauled herself up.<br/><br/>"Emily!"  The cabin, cockpit, steering whatever the hell it was called, she checked that first and holy shit, blood everywhere there she was.<br/><br/>No time for shakes, no time for anything but saving the woman.<br/><br/>If she could.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">urning 2 fortuna to get off the estate, 2 more for getting onto the boat with Emily.  I have six total, so can burn three for each if needed.<br/><br/>HeBaling roll for treating emily:<br/><br/>Roll ID: 41131<br/>Owner: Healergirl<br/>Viewer: Noone or Anyone<br/>Time Rolled: 2012-09-18 14:58:40<br/><br/>Summary: At 2012-09-18 14:58:40, Healergirl (uid: 25515) rolls: 4d6e6 Result: 15 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=41131)<br/><br/>Full Result: Healergirl rolled: 4d6, extra dice at 6<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 2, 6, 2, 2, 3,<br/>Total: 15<br/><br/>With skill 4, <strong>2</strong> successes</div></div>