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A terrifying roar from behind you, together with an insane laugh, assures you Caroline has survived. Another laugh, deeper, meets hers, and together, the Jaegers scream:

"WIR JAEGEN!"

Even though the Abomination is surely busy now (with two Jaegers on it, what wouldn't be) you keep running. The Kremlin. You need to get to -

You freeze. The crosswalk is deathly silent, but something...

There. From the shadows between two of the buildings, five Stalkers emerge. Their breath, light and silent, makes small puffs of fog in the stark lamplight. You are boxed in. The only path left open is the one back to the safehouse, which is a warzone right now.

You think. What are your options? You can't go back to the safehouse, you can't get by the Stalkers, you can't outrun them...

>1d20 + 3

Rolled 5 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2039958

Rolled 1 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2039958
Aw shit negro lets dip on these fools

>>2039995
I need another roll, y'all. It might be a 20, who knows...

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2039958

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2039958

Rolled 6 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>2039995
Ouch

Your mind goes blank. You can't think. You can't reason. At least ten Stalkers are staring you down, and one has blood dripping from its jaws. You take a step back in fear, then another, then, in panic, you turn and run.

That was a mistake.

The Stalkers, enthused by the chase, give a terrible scream. Together, they leap forward, closing the gap between you faster than your eye can track. The leader pounces on you, dragging you to the ground. Your chin cracks against the packed in snow, and you're rolled over so the Stalker can rip out your throat...

>cont.

Sorry for my absence, I was drafted for housework

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>>2041217
12

The Stalker's jaw opens wide, and the stench of carrion hits you with its breath. Suddenly, its ears perk up, and you see a dim realization in its eyes -

Something massive side-ons the Stalker, and you hear the Stalker scream before something crunches and it's cut off. You look over at the rest of the Stalker pack, which is retreating from...

A huge, red-and-white furred wolf, which, as you watch, spits out the bloody remains of the Stalker Alpha. It howls, and four more wolves appear out of the shadows.

>Get up and run, try to get to the Kremlin
>Take some shots at the Stalkers
>Play dead
>Other (write-in)

>Get up and run, try to get to the Kremlin
CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP
Also,
>Signal Bas to come with us

>>2041389
>>2041402
Supporting this.
If Bas can't come with us,
>Take some shots at the Stalkers

>>2041402
>>2041405
>Roll 1d20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2041790

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2041790

>>2041793
Nice

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2041790

>>2041793
>19

Invigorated by the appearance of your wolves, you rise to your feet. A bright pain from where the Stalker grabbed you on your shoulder only floods more adrenaline into your system. You snap your fingers three times fast - a signal to Bas.

However, the great wolf whines in a pleading manner. He doesn't want to go.

You've passed the roll - if you want to run, you'll succeed, no matter whether you bring Bas or not. He wants to stay, and you might lose some wolves if he comes. However, who knows what lurks in the frigid Moscow night...


>Let him stay and fight
>Override his decision

>>2042468
>Write in
Know what, fuck this, if he wants to stay we're staying and fighting too.

>>2042481
No.
We don't have a gun compounded with the fact that we're a skinny nerd with no close combat training. And oh yeah, one of those stalkers would've ended the damn quest 15 seconds ago if it weren't for Bas.

>Let him stay and fight
He can if he wants, but he at least needs to know where we're going so he can track us after he finishes these fools.

>>2042499
You actually do have your handgun.

>>2042506
Oh.
We still need to haul a metric fuckton of ass if we want to make it through tonight though. Just GTFO

>>2042499
We may be a skinny nerd with no close combat training but we're at least somewhat armed and have backup. If we take off alone there's no way we're gonna make it to the Kremlin without running into some horrid thing that's going to eat our spine disc by disc from the bottom up while we're still fucking alive.

>>2042481
This. If we get caught out on the streets, there's no backup.

Looks like stay and fight. Are you sure? This discards your successful attempt to run!

Note: This may seem like railroading, but you are throwing away a highly successful roll here. I want to make absolutely sure that this is the will of ANON (praise be).

>>2042605
Yes or no to this post, one vote per person.

>>2042605
Stay

>>2042606
Yes

>>2042609
>>2042642
Your resolve steels. You are the Lord Sokolov. You will stand and fight with your men! You draw your heavy pistol, stepping backward behind the lines of your wolves. Bas growls at you, but turns back to the Stalkers.

Faced with the wolves, the Stalkers seem to be reconsidering their options. They cast their heads around, taking a few steps backward...

>Fire a shot at one, see if that scares them away
>Leave the situation alone, they might retreat on their own
>Order the wolves forward and shoot
>Other (write-in)

>>2042682
>>Leave the situation alone, they might retreat on their own
Be prepared to react on a moment`s notice

>>2042682
>Leave the situation alone, they might retreat on their own
We'd likely just reveal how poor a shot we are if we took a shot, and the third option is needlessly escalating.

>>2042682
>Order the wolves forward and shoot

>>2042692
>>2042706
You give a long, slow whistle, telling the wolves to heel. Hackles raised, the wolves stop where they are, still staring down the Stalkers. The Stalkers seem nervous...

Rolled 6 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>2043635
Forgot my fucking roll

>>2043638
The Stalkers chitter at each other. A few scream at your forces, but they back up...

And turn and flee.

The wolves shift back into their human forms, and one - Roger, Ram's medic - jogs over to you. Apologetically, he inspects your shoulder. You let him, but you hiss at the pain.

"That looks fine for now, not too much blood loss. I'd advise getting that disinfected and bandaged as soon as possible. I can't do much here, I'm no witch."

You nod, grimacing at the stinging pain. Bas comes over to you, revolver out, eyes wary.

"Sir, Ram is needed elsewhere, but I can come with you to the Kremlin. We can wait this out until it blows over, and get out of here in the morning under Russian escort."

>Good plan, let's go
>Good plan, but I want Ram with me
>Fuck that, I'm fighting with you
>Other (write-in)

>>2043801
>Good plan, let's go

>>2043801
Forgot another option:

>Good plan, but you stay with Ram. I can make it to the Kremlin on my own.

>>2043801
>Good plan, let's go
Any way to send our guys any reinforcements?

Calling the thread, next one up on Friday (as usual) if I don't fall asleep when I get home again :/

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