Atlanta heard the screams and shouts from outside the bar and made him jump from his seat while taking out his handgun in panic. "What was that?" Fuck!, he knew something was wrong, but he chose to ignore it, and now something's really happening and it ain't good. From the corner of his eyes he would notice dark figures limping towards them from the bar's windows. With a panic start he would aim his handgun towards the window in an attempt to kill one. He fired a shot.<br/><br/>Impossible + Dex + Pistols + Status<br/>14              -3         0            0   = 11 (Impossible to Roll. Automatic Fail)<br/><br/>Well that's useless. The bullet crashed and broke the window only to do nothing but set a panic to the bar's inhabitants. Fuck. With shaking hands, he tried to wipe the sweat dripping down his forehead while trying to calm himself down. "We need to get out of here...."<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br/>Handgun - <strong>8 bullets left</strong><br/>A Pack of Cigarettes<br/>Pocket Knife<br/>Compass<br/><br/><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br/>Body Points - 166/166<br/>Stamina Points - 158/160<br/>Status - Well Rested</div></div>