<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">THE CITY ∎ Level Green                               </span></strong></span><br/></span><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Sawyer</strong> ∎ HR 75 ∎ Max 176 bpm ∎ Target 90-135 bpm</span></td><td>            </td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Singer</strong> ∎ HR 75 ∎ Max 195 bpm ∎ Target 98-146 bpm</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Rainer</strong> ∎ HR 103 ∎ Max 192 bpm ∎ Target 98-146 bpm ∎ INFLUENCE: 0</span></td><td>            </td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>Bright</strong> ∎ HR 109 bpm ∎ Max 198 bpm ∎ Target 100-150 bpm ∎ INFLUENCE: 1</span></td></tr></tbody></table><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;"><br/><br/></span></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>MISSION #0: THE MILK RUN</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Part Two: "We can load anything."<br/>STATIC: ##</span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">There was a pause after Alex spoke into the phone, followed by some violent static. Then, as clear as day, an older man's voice came through the red receiver. "Bright, that you? This is Sawyer." <br/><br/>The sound of thunder continued to rumble outside, causing the walls and floor to tremble. The only light in the hall flickered and went out, plunging the hallway into complete darkness. When Sawyer spoke again, the red bulb flashed on and off, in complete sync with his words. <br/><br/>"We're at the cafe. Get over here ASAP."<br/><br/>When his transmission faded, so did the last filaments of the light, leaving Agent Bright alone in the dark. <br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;"><em>∎ Make your way to the Cafe. Make an Instinct roll by rolling d6s equivalent to your Instinct stat.</em><br/><br/>! You have reached your target HR. While in this state, when making Force or Instinct rolls, you may roll as many die as you wish (exceeding your attribute caps). <br/><br/>You have rolled a 6. When 6 is rolled on a single die &amp; you are in your Target HR, gain an Influence. Influence:<br/></span></span></span></span><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Can be used for Techniques/Skills which require influence.</span></span></em></li><li><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Can be spent for +1 to any Access (Logistics/Intelligence) roll (+1 bonus not added to HR).</span></span></em></li><li><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Can be stacked up to a max of 10 per mission. If an agent earns 10 influence during a mission, they gain a bonus talent upon completion of the mission. </span></span></em>!</li></ul><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">                             </span></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">As soon as Eddie opened his mouth, the woman began to shriek, her facial features spinning like a slot machine gone haywire. Faster than the eye could follow, she grabbed onto the agent's wrist; her skin was clammy and rough, plunging into Eddie like a dagger of ice. <br/><br/>"With THEM! With <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">THEM</span>! WITH <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">THEM</span>!" she howled, her voice growing shriller by the second. The other Personalities nearby stopped in their tracks and twisted their heads to stare at Eddie, glaring at him even through the thick curtain of rain. As soon as he broke free, they immediately turned and went about their way again, blending into the shroud of the steady downpour.<br/><br/>The woman's shrieking echoed even in the rain as Eddie turned corner after corner, growing more distant until it finally faded out into the white noise.<br/><br/>The inside of the cafe was typical of a diner in the 70s or 80s. Booths lined with red cushion ran along one side, with some tables scattered in the center. A long bar took up the other side, where a waitress and a cook served up plates of hot food and coffee. The scent of hash browns and black coffee filled the air, but in a stale kind of way, like everything was just not <em>quite</em> right. <br/><br/>Singer and Sawyer were seated in one of the booths on opposite ends; the older man was reading a newspaper and drinking a black coffee, though the words on his paper were written in the same weird language; like Arabic, but not - it spun around and blurred out of focus whenever someone tried to read it. Singer poked away at some eggs and toast, and as Eddie sat down, a waitress set down a plate of food in front of him immediately. She was a nice, sweet looking blonde with pigtails -- the kind of innocent face you wanted to introduce to your parents -- but she said nothing as she walked away. <br/><br/>"Try it for yourself," Sawyer replied in his gruff voice. "It tastes.. odd. Not bad. Just, more organic.. like it was grown in some alien soil." He took another sip of his coffee. "I don't really dig it."<br/><br/>He folded his paper up and set it aside, leaning into the table.<br/><br/>"We're going to need a car, new guy. When you're finished with that, why don't you get on the line to Control and see what you can do?"<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;"><em>∎ Requisition a car from Control. Roll an Access check. This task may be easier if an Agent possesses the Logistics or Intelligence talent.</em><br/><br/>! You have reached your target HR. While in this state, when making Force or Instinct rolls, you may roll as many die as you wish (exceeding your attribute caps). !<br/><br/></span></span></span></span>