<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/D6yF5Gu.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Drop</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12052519#msg12052519)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Back In Action</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>All</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td><del>2</del> 1</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Ego Stress</strong></td><td>1( ) 2( ) 3( ) 4( )</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Exosuit Stress</strong></td><td>1(X) 2( ) 3(X) 4( )</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Morph Stress</strong></td><td>1( ) 2( ) 3( )</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Mild Consequence (2)  </strong></td><td>Bullet Lodged In Neck Joint</td></tr></tbody></table><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><hr/>Drop breathed a sigh of relief. Thank jesus. Negotiating a reason why the whole group didn't need to be terminated would be tricky, but with luck they could make it out of this situation alive. With a knife, Drop harvested the seller's cortical stack before returning inside.<br/><hr/><strong>Drop:</strong>We can explode the vehicle if necessary. However, we have to get this thing as far away from Shanghai as possible, as fast as possible. We need to be a few miles outside of Shanghai, preferably in a crater. After that, I'll call in the color of the painting to the Router and every crow on the server will start flapping our way. Best case scenario, they'll scrub us and keep us in containment for a few months. Worse case, not a single one of us will remember this conversation.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Incoming.<br/><hr/><br/>From the doorway, Morgan would see the hulking frame of Drop's modified exosuit stomp into view. She made a beeline for the canister, but moved carefully.<strong>"Alright, here's the deal."</strong>Drop said. Through the suit, her voice was heavily modulated, making her sound like a thoroughly grizzled war-veteran.<strong>"You know what's in that. We know what's in that. And, most importantly, we're here to take that. Normally, this is the bit where I'd put a bullet in you to cover our tracks. The others would be pissed, and I wouldn't care because it's my job, but I'm going to level with you. I have killed far too many people today. Plus, the thought of starting a fight with this thing in the same hemisphere is enough to rattle anyone. So instead, I'll cut you a deal. My associate here is gonna unlink you from the mesh, and you'll be coming with us. If you do, the only part of this you'll remember is waking up a few months later on the other side of the planet. If you run, well..."</strong>Drop held up grisly, blood-soaked cortical stack of the woman she had just murdered.<strong>"I have a sniper rifle, you'll be running through wasteland, and what would happen next wouldn't be a surprise to anyone. But, again, that's not what I want right now. So if you got all that, and I don't have to snap anyone's neck, drop your weapons and we can get out of here before something ludicrously dangerous happens."</strong><br/><br/>Regardless of Fallen's decision, Drop would pocket the Doctor's cortical stack and place her mech's bloody arms on the canister, lifting it. What was he going to do, shoot at the lady carrying the end of the world in her hands? This was coming with them.<br/>