Time
is now of the essence. Although the characters do not know where the
Russians fit into the coming struggle, whether they are working with
Grandma Topolski is irrelevant, because they certainly will not be
exciting about three of their sentries being trussed up.
Time
for a new scene setup:
The
group will attempt to cross the city quickly, acting as everything is
normal, since the Major has already given them permission to enter
the city. They will stake out the house of Grandma Topolski and try
to determine the opposition before kicking the door in to rescue the
girls.
The
current Chaos Rank is 5 and the D10 roll is a 6, indicating the scene
will play out as planned. It is, however, unlikely that the group
will traverse the town in broad daylight without encountering anyone.
Just to be sure, we can roll on the urban encounters table.
The
roll is 6 + 1 (town) = 7, indicating the group runs into a group of
refugees. This has potential. Maybe the refugees have suffered a
similar fate. They are from out of town and easily lured into a trap.
Let’s ask the GME:
GME
Question: Are members of the
refugees also missing members?
- Likely
– Chaos Rank 5
(75%
chance of yes) – 72
– Yes.
GME
Question: Will they ask the
characters for help? - Somewhat
Likely – Chaos Rank 5
(65%
chance of yes – they are
desperate but there is a certain reluctance to trust strangers)
– 79
– No.
Now
that is a twist. The refugees are missing people but will not ask the
characters for help. Now the question is, how to interpret this?
Maybe they are waiting nearby to see what happens, hoping to have an
opportunity to rescue their missing love one.
I
am sure that Griff has seen them so:
We
found an abandoned store up the street from Grandma Topolski’s. It
seems to have been a bookstore but now only empty shelves, loose
pages and rats remained. A lot more rats than pages, believe me.
I
was taking my turn at the window while the others prepared what they
could for the breaching. I noticed movement across the street and one
floor up. The small face of a child stared down at me. It was
probably a girl but hunger had made the sex difficult to determine.
She was watching me watching Grandma’s joint. She disappeared when
an adult hand grabbed her puny shoulder and pulled her away from the
window. We were no longer alone in this street.
Now,
Grandma Topolski seems to be getting back to business in style. To do
so, she will need a little muscle to assist. She probably can
convince some of the militia or traveling caravan guards to assist
for a little pay and other “benefits” (not going to explain and
leave it to your imagination).
I
use my encounter generator to whip up some caravan guards. They do
not have to be heavily armed, as the characters are not either.
Grandma
Toploski has a tota
l of 8 guards. They are not heavily armed, mostly
pistols and shotguns, however, they are a mix of Elite, Veteran and
Experienced NPCs with some body armor and a lone L7A2. This could be
challenging to say the least, especially since all of the characters
are a bit beat up and some have slight wonlds.
Now,
I need some more details on the establishment itself. I grab a
generic hotel plan. We can assume that half of the guards are
sleeping or resting in the hotel. Two will probably be in the truck
outside and two inside for the purposes of crowd/drunk control. That
being said, it is probably not the best and brightest standing
outside but they will have taken precautions for their own
protection.
Grandma
Topolski will also have a room somewhere for herself. Griff can
probably see it better than we can.
The
old bat had taken over an abandoned hotel across the street from her
house. It was three floors and as shabby as they come. The elevator
collected dust and was apparently being used for the two thugs she
kept inside. They sat there looking like two comic book characters
except for the easy way the kept their weapons. These were definitely
not newbies and the exaggerated upper body size gave me the
impression that they had vests.
Outside
they had a run-down truck with a flat bed. On the flat bed, another
knuckledragger stood behind a well maintained L7. He would need to go
before we took to the streets. Another one leaned casually on the
wall by the door. Grandma was not taking any chances.
We
witnessed the changing of the guards, so we knew there were at least
8 hostiles and an unknown number of “guests” and we even got a
glimpse of the old crone. Now we just needed to drop by for a visit.