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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Mar 27, 2014 23:43:12 GMT
Lucian Sanguineus Parade Structures, West WingA large, open-plan foyer lay beyond the doors, and beyond that were the streets of the city. A dozen or so Traitor Militia and Guardsmen had gathered, engaging in a hurried argument about the ambush and what to do. Several guardsmen hunkered down behind desks about ten metres away and watched the doorway Lucian was peering out of with autoguns at the ready, but they didn't notice him peeking back out at them. The walls of the foyer were made of glass - most of which had shattered - and an overturned desk had been reinforced with sandbags and turned into a makeshift gun post, where a pair of traitors manned a heavy stubber, aimed towards the alleyway to Lucian's east. Off in the distance, he could see soldiers moving down the street towards the main battle at the entrance to the parade grounds, but it wasn't easy to tell from here where the rest of the enemy waited. With the traitors unaware of his presence, Lucian could easily ambush them and wipe them out, but the commotion was likely to draw others and complicate his task. Still, from the doors he could see the building where his ideal vantage point lay. This would be the fastest route through, but if he wished to avoid a prolonged combat, he would need to find an easier, quieter path to the vantage point beyond as there would be no way to sneak past the sentries watching the door. Lucian Sanguineus Parade Structures, West Wing
Lucian pulled away from the opening, taking a few slow steps backwards. The gun post in the room beyond was far too heavily manned for his taste. He wanted to reach his perch without being seen, so that no one would be alerted to his presence before he was ready to announce it - which would preferably never happen at all. Weighing his options, he chose to find another way through, and quickly turned on his heels, retracing his steps through the room, while scanning for another exit near the building he was headed for. Navigation (Surface): Easy Intelligence (+30), target 72[00:41] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 72 [00:41] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 72: 63, Success by 9
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 27, 2014 23:45:38 GMT
Lucian Sanguineus Parade Structures, West WingA large, open-plan foyer lay beyond the doors, and beyond that were the streets of the city. A dozen or so Traitor Militia and Guardsmen had gathered, engaging in a hurried argument about the ambush and what to do. Several guardsmen hunkered down behind desks about ten metres away and watched the doorway Lucian was peering out of with autoguns at the ready, but they didn't notice him peeking back out at them. The walls of the foyer were made of glass - most of which had shattered - and an overturned desk had been reinforced with sandbags and turned into a makeshift gun post, where a pair of traitors manned a heavy stubber, aimed towards the alleyway to Lucian's east. Off in the distance, he could see soldiers moving down the street towards the main battle at the entrance to the parade grounds, but it wasn't easy to tell from here where the rest of the enemy waited. With the traitors unaware of his presence, Lucian could easily ambush them and wipe them out, but the commotion was likely to draw others and complicate his task. Still, from the doors he could see the building where his ideal vantage point lay. This would be the fastest route through, but if he wished to avoid a prolonged combat, he would need to find an easier, quieter path to the vantage point beyond as there would be no way to sneak past the sentries watching the door. Lucian Sanguineus Parade Structures, West Wing
Lucian pulled away from the opening, taking a few slow steps backwards. The gun post in the room beyond was far too heavily manned for his taste. He wanted to reach his perch without being seen, so that no one would be alerted to his presence before he was ready to announce it - which would preferably never happen at all. Weighing his options, he chose to find another way through, and quickly turned on his heels, retracing his steps through the room, while scanning for another exit near the building he was headed for. Navigation (Surface): Easy Intelligence (+30), target 72[00:41] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 72 [00:41] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 72: 63, Success by 9 Lucian quickly spots a door on the west side of the room, which opens into a hallway with many doors on it. The Administratum building has lots of side offices and there have been plenty of ground-story windows. All he needs to do is find one that looks unguarded and pick the right moment to make a run for it. There's total silence coming from the halls to the west and they sound deserted.
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Mar 28, 2014 0:00:51 GMT
Lucian quickly spots a door on the west side of the room, which opens into a hallway with many doors on it. The Administratum building has lots of side offices and there have been plenty of ground-story windows. All he needs to do is find one that looks unguarded and pick the right moment to make a run for it. There's total silence coming from the halls to the west and they sound deserted. Lucian SanguineusParade Structures, West WingNoticing the door on the west side, Lucian let a smile flit across his face, and he hurried towards it. He listening against it for a moment, and heard absolutely nothing - something he considered a good thing. Still, one could never be careful enough, as his experience had taught him many times, and he opened the door while concealing himself behind the wall. When he heard no sound from the hallway beyond, he moved into it, keeping his pistol at the ready just in case, and started searching for the path that would let him sneak out of the offices and into the next building. Awareness to find the correct path: Challenging Perception (+0), +10 from Heightened Senses, target 53[00:59] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 53 [00:59] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 53: 6, Success by 47
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 28, 2014 0:42:40 GMT
Lucian quickly spots a door on the west side of the room, which opens into a hallway with many doors on it. The Administratum building has lots of side offices and there have been plenty of ground-story windows. All he needs to do is find one that looks unguarded and pick the right moment to make a run for it. There's total silence coming from the halls to the west and they sound deserted. Lucian SanguineusParade Structures, West WingNoticing the door on the west side, Lucian let a smile flit across his face, and he hurried towards it. He listening against it for a moment, and heard absolutely nothing - something he considered a good thing. Still, one could never be careful enough, as his experience had taught him many times, and he opened the door while concealing himself behind the wall. When he heard no sound from the hallway beyond, he moved into it, keeping his pistol at the ready just in case, and started searching for the path that would let him sneak out of the offices and into the next building. Awareness to find the correct path: Challenging Perception (+0), +10 from Heightened Senses, target 53[00:59] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 53 [00:59] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 53: 6, Success by 47 The hallway was dimly illuminated by beams of light coming from outside, revealing clouds of dust. To Lucian's right are a series of small, one-man offices with broad windows beyond. It was relatively easy to continue down this path uninterrupted until he found one across from the main doors of the target building. Crossing the road looked relatively safe, but leaning against the wall near the doors was a single guardsman. The sentry's lasgun was slung over his shoulder casually and he appeared to be taking a slow drag from a cigarette. Lucian had not seen any sign of other sentries along this section of the street, so this was probably as quiet as it was going to get.
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Post by Magmanamus on Mar 28, 2014 0:56:48 GMT
Brother-Adept Theodoros, Brother-Lexicanium Xavier Crash Site B:It took little time to recover the remaining bodies, although anyone seeking to retrieve the geneseed of the rest will have to brave the ever-worsening fires of the Gunship. Further up the courtyard, the battle raged onwards without them, and it seemed like many of their brothers had only just joined the fight. Their assistance would likely be required if the situation continued to worsen. Xavier noted the sounds of increased combat at the other end of the courtyard and decided that those likely to be revived were safe enough for the moment. He broke into a run, thunking his helmet onto his head, angling for a spot in the defensive lines where it looked like the guardsmen were weakening. Ducking behind the barricade he called upon his training to send out psychic waves of inspiration to the nearby guardsmen. Focus Power Test - Inspire Unfettered (Psy Ratting 3): Challenging WP (+0) vs 64 (WP 49 + (5 * 3)) StevetheERB .roll 1d100 vs 64 LadyLuck StevetheERB: 1d100 vs 64: 67, Failure by 3
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Mar 28, 2014 1:24:59 GMT
The hallway was dimly illuminated by beams of light coming from outside, revealing clouds of dust. To Lucian's right are a series of small, one-man offices with broad windows beyond. It was relatively easy to continue down this path uninterrupted until he found one across from the main doors of the target building. Crossing the road looked relatively safe, but leaning against the wall near the doors was a single guardsman. The sentry's lasgun was slung over his shoulder casually and he appeared to be taking a slow drag from a cigarette. Lucian had not seen any sign of other sentries along this section of the street, so this was probably as quiet as it was going to get. Lucian SanguineusParade Structures, West WingNot finding any resistance on his chosen path, Lucian easily found his way outside. He spotted the lone guard with ease, looking for all the world as if he was taking a break from the fighting. That cigarette will be the last one for him, Lucian thought, and he will never even realize it. A cruel grin spread across his face as he reached for his alternative ammo, the Stalker rounds that would mask the sound of his shot almost perfectly. With a practised move, he switched the clip of his pistol, putting the normal one back into his pouch. After moving into a position from where he had a clear line of sight, he aimed his pistol straight at the sentry, and took the shot. BS: Aim and single shot with Stalker Pistol (+20 from Aim with Accurate quality), Challenging (+0), target 68[02:10] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 68 [02:10] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 68: 38, Success by 30 Damage: base 1d10+9 X, -2 from use of Stalker Rounds, additional 1d10 damage for three degrees of success, TearingSet 1:[02:12] < Lucian Sanguineus> .iroll 1d10+7 [02:12] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d10+7: 14 [7] [02:15] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d10 [02:15] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d10: 8 Total damage: 22Set 2:[02:17] < Lucian Sanguineus> .iroll 2d10+7 [02:17] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 2d10+7: 13 [4, 2] Total damage: 13
Choice: Set 1, totalling 22 damage.
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Post by Daji on Mar 28, 2014 6:47:45 GMT
Iman Ennulus: Crash Site AEnnulus encounters Pugilista as he is dragging the third body out of the ship. "You: Pugilista," Ennulus says, reading the Astartes' name from his Diagnostor helm. "Grab this man and follow me." He gestures to the third space marine on the floor. Without waiting for any reply from Pugilista, he grabs the two other injured Astartes by the leg each and begins to drag them towards the shrine. Ramon wordlessly nodded and grabbed a wounded comrade by the arm before following the apothecary.
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 29, 2014 19:10:06 GMT
The hallway was dimly illuminated by beams of light coming from outside, revealing clouds of dust. To Lucian's right are a series of small, one-man offices with broad windows beyond. It was relatively easy to continue down this path uninterrupted until he found one across from the main doors of the target building. Crossing the road looked relatively safe, but leaning against the wall near the doors was a single guardsman. The sentry's lasgun was slung over his shoulder casually and he appeared to be taking a slow drag from a cigarette. Lucian had not seen any sign of other sentries along this section of the street, so this was probably as quiet as it was going to get. Lucian SanguineusParade Structures, West WingNot finding any resistance on his chosen path, Lucian easily found his way outside. He spotted the lone guard with ease, looking for all the world as if he was taking a break from the fighting. That cigarette will be the last one for him, Lucian thought, and he will never even realize it. A cruel grin spread across his face as he reached for his alternative ammo, the Stalker rounds that would mask the sound of his shot almost perfectly. With a practised move, he switched the clip of his pistol, putting the normal one back into his pouch. After moving into a position from where he had a clear line of sight, he aimed his pistol straight at the sentry, and took the shot. BS: Aim and single shot with Stalker Pistol (+20 from Aim with Accurate quality), Challenging (+0), target 68[02:10] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 68 [02:10] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 68: 38, Success by 30 Damage: base 1d10+9 X, -2 from use of Stalker Rounds, additional 1d10 damage for three degrees of success, TearingSet 1:[02:12] < Lucian Sanguineus> .iroll 1d10+7 [02:12] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d10+7: 14 [7] [02:15] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d10 [02:15] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d10: 8 Total damage: 22Set 2:[02:17] < Lucian Sanguineus> .iroll 2d10+7 [02:17] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 2d10+7: 13 [4, 2] Total damage: 13
Choice: Set 1, totalling 22 damage. Lucian Sanguineus Parade Structures, West Wing / City Streets, Fellowship WayLucian's aim was steady, lining up for the perfect shot. The stalker bolt round coughed out of the barrel with a near-silent whisper, landing perfectly on the joint between the target's pelvis and thigh. The armour-piercing round penetrated the body before exploding. The heretic's body went one way and his leg flew the other, leaving him crumpled on the ground in horror and pain. He did not scream, and hardly moved, too deep in shock to react as his body rapidly pumped blood out of the terrible hole that used to be his leg and groin.
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Post by Se'aref-'Apop-er-bau-neru on Mar 29, 2014 19:13:30 GMT
Brother-Adept Theodoros, Brother-Lexicanium Xavier Crash Site B:It took little time to recover the remaining bodies, although anyone seeking to retrieve the geneseed of the rest will have to brave the ever-worsening fires of the Gunship. Further up the courtyard, the battle raged onwards without them, and it seemed like many of their brothers had only just joined the fight. Their assistance would likely be required if the situation continued to worsen. Brother-Adept Theodoros Ikarion - Crash site B
With the five living marines out of the burning vehicle, Theodoros was free to commit to the battle. As he laid down the last of the men in a row in the dirt just outside the north bay door, he stood straight and overlooked the field. It would be best to look for a strong position to stand and fire... maybe there was even useful equipment left behind in the square that he could set up for the defensive line. Awareness vs Per (54) with Heightened senses and Armour (+20): 96 - failure by 22 He didn't see anything really useful, the square was mostly filled with rubble and chunks of the crashed ships. Those, however... Evaluate vs Int/2 (27): 40 - failure by 13 Solo Mode reroll: 23 - success by 4 The nose of the Herald of Purity was still fairly intact, and the ship's heavy bolter sponsons seemed to be intact. If he had more time, he could probably detach them, and then set them up as turrets. Rig them with a firing mechanism, put a guard on them. But it would take minutes, maybe as much as hours, and he didn't have that time now. He set out towards the frontline at a brisk speed, breaking into a run as he drew his bolter and quickly checked the chain bayonet was properly attached and ready to run. It wouldn't do to get caught with a flawed piece of equipment, after all. His helmet displayed that all was in order. Underneath it, the scarred side of his mouth twisted into what was supposed to be a determined frown - but looked more like a tyrannid's snarl.
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Post by Otto Gottfried on Mar 30, 2014 0:36:31 GMT
Otto Gottfried Moving from Site A to Imperial Guard Defensive Line
With a bolt pistol in one hand and a chainsword in the other to replace his Crozius Arcanum for now, Brother-Apostle Otto Gottfried darted off to the Imperial lines. The despair on the faces of Guardsmen was not good, their faith has waned. This will not do. Otto Gottfried had spoken many words about the Emperor's grace today. Now is the time to prove that his grace is real.
As he approached the defensive lines, Otto Gottfried leaped over the barricade, revving up his chainsword. As the Astartes charged forth with his chainsword in the air, shooting his boltpistole as he ran, he spoke once more.
"Those who fall from the Emperor's Grace fall from any salvation, heretic scum!"
Shooting Bolt-Pistol at Chainsword Heretic [17:33:56] <@otto_Gottfried> .roll 1d100 vs BS 32 at Chainsword heretic. [17:33:56] <@ladyluck> Otto_Gottfried: 1d100 vs 32: 49, Failure by 17
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Post by Zacharius on Mar 30, 2014 2:39:58 GMT
Zacharius grimaced as his visor reported that the environmental seal had been punctured: the ammunition they were using was powerful enough to punch straight through power armour. Still, good fortune had saved him from being harmed, the bullet resting against his ribcage an annoyance, but little more. He looked up, seeing that the shots had been fired from heavy stubber positions set up in a building on the far end of the street. He could have tried to take them out, but the far more pressing concern was the horde of traitors threatening to overwhelm their position. Their leader may have been human, but Zacharius was unskilled in clsoe quarters, and carried only his ceremonial sword; the chainsword the heretic carried could destroy it with ease.
The situation was far worse than he had predicted. Enemies all around me, and allies I cannot ask to help. If only my brothers had survived the descent... He had a growing worry that he would fall here, and fail his chapter.
Still, I will take as many with me as I can. Zacharius brought his bolter up at the horde, ready to fire. He turned his vox up and replied to the leader. "I bring you an inglorious death, heretic. It is all that your kind deserve."
Just then, a figure in power armour leapt over the barricade and into his view. Zacharius saw the skull-like visage of a Chaplain's helmet as the figure charged past. The other marines had arrived. The problem this presented for his mission seemed distant now; he was relieved to see that there was a chance he would escape from this mess.
"Stand firm!" Zacharius shouted to the nearby guardsmen. "More marines are on their way!" He fired his heavy bolter into the heretics who had advanced the furthest towards the defensive position, hoping to push back the assault and clear a path for the chaplain.
<Ballistic test vs. horde : target 140> <nakkel> .roll 1d100 <LadyLuck> nakkel: 1d100: 10
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Post by Runalla on Mar 30, 2014 3:07:46 GMT
Otto Gottfried Moving from Site A to Imperial Guard Defensive LineWith a bolt pistole in one hand and a chainsword to replace his Crozius Arcanum for now, Brother-Apostle Otto Gottfried darts off to the Imperial lines. The despair on the faces of Guardsmen was not good, their faith has waned. This will not do. Otto Gottfried had spoken many words about the Emperor's grace today. Now is the time to prove that his grace is real. As he approaches the defensive lines, Otto Gottfried leaps over the barricade, revving up his chainsword. As the Astartes charges forth with his chainsword in the air, shooting his boltpistole as he runs, he speaks once more. "Those who fall from the Emperor's Grace fall from any salvation, heretic scum!" Shooting Bolt-Pistol at Chainsword Heretic[17:33:56] <@otto_Gottfried> .roll 1d100 vs BS 32 at Chainsword heretic. [17:33:56] <@ladyluck> Otto_Gottfried: 1d100 vs 32: 49, Failure by 17 Imperial Guard Defensive Line
"Damn reckless Space Marines." Callisto mutters under her breath. Still, even one spacemarine could turn the tide of this battle, and more over provide hope to the flagging guardsmen around her. "Guardsmen! Provide support fire for that space marine and you may live to see tomorrow!" True to her own words, she shifts the barrel of her Storm Bolter onto the heretic champions head and pulled the trigger.
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Post by Yrmengardis Avrasul on Mar 30, 2014 3:46:33 GMT
Bolts tore through the front ranks of the heretics, wreaking devastation amongst the first wave. The traitor guard advanced in such a dense formation, heedless of their own safety, that even the sniper rounds of the Wolf Scout and the missed shots from Brother-Apostle Otto and Lady Callisto found new prey in the massed heretics along the line. At the head of the pack, the white-and-black heretic leader charged onwards, screaming with possessed fury at the defenders. The heretics had closed half the gap between the two lines, and despite their horrific losses they still had enough numbers to threaten the Imperial defenders in an assault and buy time for reinforcements to arrive. Focused on closing the gap at top speed, no more fire came from the mob ahead, but the heavy stubbers continued to rake the defensive lines with their intense fire. One in particular continued to focus their fire on Brother Zacharius, determined to stop the Astartes warrior that was mowing down their ranks... Stubber fire continued to pepper the area around Zacharius, but other than the occasional glancing hit, it offered no serious threat to him. The other stubbers continued to rake the line, trying to keep the Guardsmen pinned down - in spite of the threat against their lives, however, the charge of Otto Gottfried and the inspiring words of Lady Tenko had not gone unheard. The Guardsmen provided covering fire for Otto, firing off disciplined, well-aimed bursts from their lasguns. More bodies piled up into the streets, but the heretics were so numerous that even this would not stem the tide that was their charge... GM's Note: Theodoros should have arrived at the defensive line by now, Ramon and Iman are still hauling bodies. Everyone at the defensive line should now get another action - the heretics are now 20-25 meters away from the defensive line, at their speed they'll have to run full-speed just to get to the line, so they won't be able to attack you this turn /and/ cross the gap - at least not yet. The magnitude of the Horde has been noticeably reduced due to the firepower poured into it, and any attempts to hit it are now at +40 instead of +60. The heavy stubber positions are still causing serious casualties to the guardsmen, even if they aren't much threat to the Astartes themselves.
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Post by Se'aref-'Apop-er-bau-neru on Mar 30, 2014 15:58:48 GMT
Brother-Adept Theodoros Ikarion - Defensive Line Awareness vs. Per (54) with Heightened senses and Armour (+20): 46, success by 28
Theodoros thudded towards the line, making a more detailed analysis of the situation than he could have done from the ship earlier. He immediately saw the line was a mess. The 'defensive'line was little more than a shallow trench across the road fortified with spare furniture and supply crates. The fire from the heretics was punching through it like paper, and casualties were high. This would simply not do. Especially since there seemed to be two Chimera APC's of the Imperial Guard just sitting in the northeast corner of the square, doing absolutely nothing. The heavily armoured APC's had a multilaser turret each, and would both shore up the defensive line and provide extra firing power. Why had nobody bothered to - of course, the fools. There was disagreement. They were arguing over something. With a dissatisfied shake of his head he swerved away from the front lines again. As much as he wished to go forth and slay the heretics amassing in the streets, if he could enlist the two vessels into the service of the Emperor to dispense his mercy... The heretic threat would be crushed that much faster and more efficiently. The steel plating of the ships was far superior a defense against them than simply standing there and dying. Defense would become offense as soon as he started pushing the vessels forward. For the glory of the Emperor, he would shut up these fools wasting the power of the machine spirits sitting behind them idly, a sitting invitation for heresy.
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Post by Lucian Sanguineus on Mar 30, 2014 17:17:26 GMT
Lucian Sanguineus Parade Structures, West Wing / City Streets, Fellowship WayLucian's aim was steady, lining up for the perfect shot. The stalker bolt round coughed out of the barrel with a near-silent whisper, landing perfectly on the joint between the target's pelvis and thigh. The armour-piercing round penetrated the body before exploding. The heretic's body went one way and his leg flew the other, leaving him crumpled on the ground in horror and pain. He did not scream, and hardly moved, too deep in shock to react as his body rapidly pumped blood out of the terrible hole that used to be his leg and groin. Lucian SanguineusParade Structures, West Wing / City Streets, Fellowship Way
Lucian looked at his handiwork, and gave a satisfied nod. The sentry would not live long enough to raise the alarm, and the sight of blood was always something that he could appreciate. The shot couldn't have been more perfect. Awareness to see if it is still safe to cross: Challenging Perception (+0), +10 from Heightened Senses, target 53
[18:59] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 53 [18:59] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 53: 15, Success by 38 Silent Move: Challenging Agility (+0), target 54[19:14] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 54 [19:14] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 54: 53, Success by 1 Shadowing: Challenging Agility (+0), target 54
[19:14] < Lucian Sanguineus> .roll 1d100 vs 54 [19:14] <@ladyluck> Ilya: 1d100 vs 54: 92, Failure by 38 With another quick look around, he ascertained there were no other enemies that could spot him. Once he was sure there was no one around, he moved towards his victim. Noticing the half-smoked cigarette lying on the ground, he picked it up, and took a long drag. Then he flicked it back towards the body, and disappeared into the building he had been trying to reach, heading for his ideal perch.
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