<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>Rolling Out</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Forklift</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>3</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><hr/><br/>Antimony's statement gave Drop pause. The helmet of her suit swiveled over each person in the group. No, Antimony was right. Infiltration wasn't any of these people's strong suit. Jane was hoping she could have made an approach from the rooftops but, well, there wasn't anything for it.<strong>"...Duly noted. We'll split up if we find one before the other. Mother isn't sending anything back, so lets roll."</strong>With that, Jane would begin guiding the group through the streets, using what she remembered from her view atop the dome to navigate through the narrowest, least obvious alleyways. Occasionally, she'd stop to make brief commands through the jabber to avoid areas on the ground, like broken glass and other crunchy things. Other times, she'd have the whole group stop a moment so she could climb partially up a wall like a gecko, and peer around corners from 10 feet in the air. Despite her paranoia, they began making good progress towards the meeting site, getting as close as Drop possibly could without detection.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Infiltration Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-05-14 23:36:16, FarFetched (uid: 56764) rolls: 4d3a-8 Result: 0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=88441)<br/>0 + 4(Base) +2(Overwatch?)= 6</div></div>