<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Rolls</strong><br/>Cover Up of Gray Xu Fight: 10<br/><br/><strong>Organizations</strong><br/>Triads<br/>Night Cartel<br/>Extropians<br/>Red Shanghai Dragons<br/>Moderates<br/>Little Shanghai Maintenance<br/>Little Shanghai Fire Department<br/>? ? ?<br/><br/><strong>NPCs</strong><br/><em>Zhang</em>: MIA, Triad Aug Parlor<br/><em>Gray Xu</em>: KIA, Night Cartel, Extropian, Cortical Stack taken<br/><em>Fen Xiao Long</em>: Red Shanghai Dragons<br/><em>Franc Burke</em>: Moderates<br/>? ? ?<br/><br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Scene Aspects</strong><br/>N/A<br/><hr/><strong>Free Invokes</strong><br/>N/A<br/><hr/><strong>Boosts</strong><br/>N/A<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tacnet</div><div class="spoiler_body">N/A<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><strong>Tagging</strong>Hachi, Antimony, Drop<br/><br/>Grey Xu's vehicles consisted of a trio of unremarkable commercial truck/vans. The kind used to transport anything and everything for a little money and effort as possible. One of the trio had damaged by stray rounds from firefight, but the other two seemed to be unharmed. Martian rust covered their lower bodies.<br/><br/>It takes a little finagling, but you soon managed to startup and commandeer one of the vehicles.<br/><br/>After driving a safe-ish distance away (and dumping the unexpected interloper in the back of the truck), the rover is remotely driven into the optimal position and detonated. The petrochemical fire burns bright orange, coating the ground with burning fluid and coating the air with choking black smoke. The heat quickly burns away and hidden nanotech and sears away the evidence of the firefight. The corpses burn in the inferno, melting down into puddles of boiling fat, ashen bone, and melting glass.<br/><br/>The ravenous inferno spreads, touching and burning all it can before settling down to consume its meal.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Investigate 10</strong> - Success, noted for future reference<br/><strong>Hardware 3</strong> - Success<br/></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagging</strong>? ? ?<br/><br/>The Well Dressed Man sucked deeply through his cigarillo as he observed the assembled thugs. Knots of thick, tattooed musculature snaked around his wrist, barely visible under the cuffs of his sleeve as he calmly handled the tube of narcotics.<br/><br/>"I trust the new equipment is satisfactory?"<br/><br/>A wiry and Scarred Ruster nodded in response. He was slightly better dressed than the mob around him, but not by much, and nowhere near as well as The Well Dressed Man. Not that Scarred Ruster would want to be dressed like that prick.<br/><br/>"The lads seem to like it."<br/><br/>The Well Dressed Man blew out a smoke ring and tossed his barely burnt cigarillo to the ground before crushing it beneath his shoe.<br/><br/>"Then get to work already."<br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagging</strong>? ? ?<br/><br/><em>Hmm...</em><br/><br/>The Observer paused, waiting a few moments before sending out a ping again.<br/><br/>There was still no response.<br/><br/>The Observer drummed its fingers, considering the possibilities, the probabilities, and its options.<br/><br/><em>Hmm...</em><br/><br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagging</strong>Little Shanghai Fire Department<br/><br/><em>Fire detected. Dispatching response units.</em><br/><br/>