<strong>Hero Points:</strong>1 (Phantom Lady)<br/><br/>This was not the Phantom Lady’s first stake-out, for she knew where to walk and shift her weight to avoid any unwanted loudness from a squeaky step, too-loose ladder rung, or mere human clumsiness. The perp on lookout had no time to react to the flicker of shadow betraying the movement of her arm; he was struck, with no time to shout out a warning. From here, our heroine had access to his Winchester rifle and the perfect view of the shady business going on over a hundred feet below.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The lookout could have only succeeded on a Natural 20, so he’s down for the count! (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=148202)<br/><br/>The Winchester Model 70 has Damage 4 (Ranged, Extended Range [200/400/800 feet]), although needless to say shooting it from up here will give away your location.</div></div><br/>The shutter door opened, revealing 4 individuals. They were as equally armed as the more traditional gangsters: looking through the Winchester scope, the Phantom Lady spotted two of them with pistol holsters while the other 2 had obvious double-barrel shotguns.<br/><br/>At this point the crate was opened, allowing a clearer view of the goods: Thompson submachine guns, pineapple grenades, and the ever-so-humble Colt .45s. Judging by the size of the crate the contents could outfit at least 15 people to do a lot of damage.<br/><br/><em>Give me a DC 15 Perception check to read their lips. As the arms dealers have their backs to you, you can only see what the people in the warehouse are saying.</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Success</div><div class="spoiler_body">“I was expecting something more experimental, cutting-edge.”<br/><br/>Ohe of clients with a pistol picked up and eyed one of the Thompson guns.<br/><br/>“I could get all this from the Chicago outfit. I know that your boss has ties across the Pacific.”<br/><br/>The younger mafioso waved his arms, slightly animated.<br/><br/>“Okay, let’s cut the chat,” the man said as he pointed to the older mafioso. “Over in Freedom City that circus clown in underpants slammed a car into a wall, and now here in the Emerald there’s some dame running around who can make the lights go out like that.”<br/><br/>He snapped his fingers for emphasis. “I dunno what’s going on, but we need to keep on the up and up, you catch my drift?”<br/><br/>After listening to the dealers’ responses, he laughed, shaking his head. “If it’s only guns, I’ll pay you half. If you toss in one of those Eastern talismans I’ve been hearing about, I’ll pay the regular price.”</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Failure</div><div class="spoiler_body">You cannot tell what they’re talking about, although judging by their reactions and body language they seem unimpressed by the weapons provided.<br/><br/>The younger mafioso waved his arms, slightly animated.<br/><br/>The client put the gun down and pointed to the older mafioso.<br/><br/>He snapped his fingers for emphasis. After listening to the dealers’ responses, he laughed, shaking his head.</div></div><br/>After a while the arms deal looked like it was going south. Both sides kept talking, although the dealers were reluctant to give away their ‘secret weapon.’ No stranger to mob deals, the Phantom Lady knew that it was only a matter of time until guns were drawn and blood was spilled. As tempting as it would be to let the underworld shoot it out among themselves, more casualties meant less witnesses...and less leads to follow regarding who is at the center of all this!<br/>