"Why?" he shrugged, grinning "Just figured you could use a dip (money) is all.  But hell, who<em>doesn't</em>have a thing for blondes?  She sexy?"<br/><br/>He seems sincere, but the people around you begin to move towards the exit - and in your general direction - slowly but surely.  That is, until one guy near the window just<em>drops</em>like a sack of potatoes.  Then another drops right next to him, crashing into a table and upending it (he was a pretty big ork after all.  At this point, when the third man drops as well, his gun half-drawn, the panic begins to set in in the pub, many patrons responding to the gun, others to an 'attack,' and the big guys... well, there were a<em>lot</em>of guns showing up on their hands,<em>big</em>guns, and that only exacerbated the problem.<br/><br/>Soon enough it's a full blown panic, and Taggart was swearing up a Gaelic storm.<br/><br/>"Dammit!  How'd she know?!" he shouts, going for a shotgun under his bar and glaring at you "You betrayed me you<em>bitch,</em>didn't you?!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Initiative!  If you roll higher than 3 Hits, you get to go first</div></div>