<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.counter-currents.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/WilliamJoyce.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Wallace Aiden Burthold-Campbell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313758.msg15185596#msg15185596)<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>British Citizen<br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Sneaking up the stairs: Physical Test: 5, 5<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2020-02-03 13:04:23, Callie Del Noire (uid: 7724) rolls: 2d6 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143983)</div></div><hr/><br/>Wallace pulled his pistol, checking it over quietly under the fitful light of Dany’s lighter, before nodding to him and Gordon. This was most likely a point where the tech would be close at hand, no walking up and playing the Jolly Chap from Edinburgh looking for something. You had to get the drop on folks with X-tech, particularly ones willing to use it on a simple grunt like their boy in the morgue.<br/><br/>He went up the stairs with his compatriots, making sure to put his feet down carefully and watching for any chance of alerting them. Setting each foot with care as he moved up the stairs, it reminded him of all those times he tried to sneak downstairs to raid the larder at night as a child.<br/><br/>Christ, he thought as he slowly worked his way up the stairs, he could kill for a bloody cigarette right now.