Rez's chuckle is amused, nothing more. "Ya'd be funny if ya knew y'place."<br/><br/>She tucks her smoke back into the corner of her mouth. "Buuuuuuut ya don't. And since m'gift clearly means nothin' t'ya, I take't back." The next gesture is a careless one, a dismissive fanning of her fingers as she hops down off the stack of tires to her feet, not even looking at Warner...<br/><br/>...catching the devil's derringer by its stubby barrels as it tumbles out of her lap...<br/><br/>...and turning to half-step partly in front of the rumbling M-ATV, leaning against its huge battering grill as she stares through the murky, thick armored glass at Amanuel...<br/><br/>...As the first Vulture lands on Warner like one of the carrion-birds they're named after.<br/><br/>Amanuel's building is cathedralesque in more dimensions than two: it should be no surprise that there are catwalks above the dimmed lights, just as there's vertical space for the massive junkyard crane and its ponderous electromagnet.<br/><br/>Just as it should be no surprise that many of Los Buitres are reluctant to move far from their bikes, or their loot...Or their leader.<br/><br/>Their leader, who doesn't even glance in Warner's direction as the Marine gets off a brief burst into the cement, trying and failing to raise his just-lowered gun back to where it can do some good. A few rounds howl around the confined vastness, echoing ricochets off the cement as more Vultures pile on, swinging gun-butts and crowbars. One pings, nearly spent, off the front of the M-ATV a handsbreadth from where Rez leans on it.<br/><br/>"Uncle," Rez turns slightly, though she's still standing between the vehicle and the...Well, you can't rightly call it a dogpile when all the Dogs are standing around looking to Marco for a clue as to whether they should interfere. "M'thinkin' I like y'r earlier offer best." She smiles to Newt as he lopes up, panting hard, his freshly-stitched face bloody again as he offers the shiny assault rifle Warner was carrying to her.<br/><br/>The Vulture Mother takes the rifle just long enough to make it plain it's been in her possession before handing it back to him. "Y'all need somethin' with some distance, son." She gently brushes his hair back. "Y'go find Ogre, Buttercup, Vaporub. Tell'm their present is ready. Tell'm to bring their sharpest knives, because Mama wants this one to last as long as they can make't, even if they gotta take turns sleeping t'rest. Ogre's in charge. She knows th'game best. No pieces bigger'n half a fingernail. Take 'is tongue last. Know he's got a lot t'tell us."<br/><br/>Rez finally moves out from in front of the armored vehicle, striding alongside it to the passenger door and knocking lightly on the door with the butt of her sawn-off, while the small group of Vultures begin dragging Warner outside and towards the gates of the hold.<br/><br/>Not that she'd say so aloud, but after all, it wouldn't be respectful to the Hardholder to keep all his tenants from sleeping for the next few nights and days.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC: Seize by Force</div><div class="spoiler_body">With a 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=58001)...Which means if every PC in the room right now rolled to interfere she'd still have a success with a 7.<br/>Taking:<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">• you take definite hold of it<br/>• you suffer little harm<br/>• you impress, dismay or frighten your enemy</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br/><br/>and marking Xp for Hard.</div></div>