Medium · Hand/Eye Coordination ≥ 5
In honour of that precise forensic remark, officer. A real hit.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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In honour of that precise forensic remark, officer. A real hit.
In honour of another precise forensic observation.
He sounds a tiny bit sorry he did not find it before you got hit.
It probably is... fucking butterfingers.
Kid would make a half-decent sharpshooter, no?
He says he's not, but his hand moves instinctively toward his holster as he studies the note.
Harry, this reminds you -- you're out of bullets.
Cheek against the cheek rest, hand on the hair trigger. On a calm day like this...
Cheek against the cheek rest, hand on the hair trigger. On a calm day like this...
Still warm from his parched hands. Not the metal. The metal is ice cold. This weapon has been modified several times.
It has stayed true to him. He can still make it sing.
It has stayed true to him. He can still make it sing.
That was not the death blow yet. You saved yourself -- for now. Keep stumbling around and it will happen.
We can do it, brother. You have it in the nerve endings in your hand. You just need to dig into your muscle memory.
Unstable is good, actually. She will be easier to disarm... no wait, actually unstable is pretty bad.
With a police baton. Like a crook or someone.
That's an Ister 50. A Zsiemsk-made monstrosity. It'll blow your head clean off.