Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

"Don't play games with me!" screams Carthrat, angry as fuck and not really caring who hears him.

[Anastasia]

As he walks out of the room and away, he merely chuckles to himself, not turning back.

[Carthrat]

A blast of compacted energy rockets from Carthrat's extended weapon towards the mans head, though his accuracy is shot from his present state of mind.

[Anastasia]

The shot zooms towards the target, but is too high and sails harmlessly up and right, hitting the hallway wall.

Looking out the door, you see that the man is gone now, save for a distant laugh that rings in your ears along with the cries of the children...and the sound of commotion and a door opening on the other side of the hallway.

[Carthrat]

"Fuckers!" bellows Carthrat, flipping the detswitch on his explosives and charging out into the hall, a pair of pistols blaring away..

[Anastasia]

The detonation echos in your ears as two goons come through a far door, and promptly eat bullets in the chest and stomach. They go down without even a chance to fire.

[Carthrat]

Where is the bitch?

Carthrat pulls his sword and starts loping through the corridor, blindly hacking through anything that gets in his way.

The amulet begins to glow a fiery red..

[Anastasia]

Another goon falls to your sword before you reach the other side of the corridor, his torso nearly cleaved from a terrible blow. The bald man seems to be gone..

Through your rage, a window of clarity comes through - the wail of a police siren. You feel a momentary cooling on your chest.

[Carthrat]

"Time to go," thinks Carthrat, managing to simmer down and put his sword away.

Fucking fuckers. It didn't seem like he'd be seeing the last of them..

At least his recklessness didn't really matter so much. Perhaps he was just getting complacent, but he knew nobody would realise who he was.. or at least realise and do something about it.

Maybe.

Carthrat heads back to the hotel, not uncloaking until he's in front of his room. [/i]

[Anastasia]

As you slip away from the building, you see that a few police cars, a fire truck, several TV news fans and other assorted personnel are now on the scene. A police officer is down with a gunshot wound, and a goon looks like he took a messy headshot.

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When you finally reach your hotel room, you find that Rachel is fast asleep and that it's well into the night now - a bit past midnight.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat takes this golden opportunity to clean up all his gear and check it for tracking devices, as well as take a shower and freshen up before going to sleep.

[Anastasia]

You find nothing unusual on your gear.

Moments after laying down, you find yourself deeply asleep.

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When you wake up, the sunlight in the windows tell you it is morning. A quick glance at your watch tells you it is 9:02 AM.

[Carthrat]

Yawning, Carthrat manages to roll out of bed at get changed into some regular gear. Not particularly feeling like being all commando today after yesterdays events, he nonetheless puts on his cloak and looks for Rachel..

[Anastasia]

You find her in a small, pleasant cafe near the lobby of the hotel.  She is drinking tea and eating a danish to go with her newspaper. The 72 point headline reads - Child Brothel Shootout!, which you can see since she's reading the insides of the paper with it up enough to see the headline.

[Carthrat]

"Mornin', darling. Sleep well?" asks Carthrat sliding into a chair.