Page 3
Powerful Labyrinth
New Member
Rifle: 1d12+6
Armor: 4
Caps: 793
Stimpacks: 8
HP: 13
Armor: 4
Caps: 793
Stimpacks: 8
HP: 13
Jeb
LV2 (1600/2000 XP)
LV2 (1600/2000 XP)
Jeb waited for a decent time, making sure he was alone before he left. There was no one around and the sky was still dark that morning as the gang's hideout exploded, taking the entire building, and part of the block with it. Jeb didn't stick around to see the explosion, he didn't even look behind him to admire his handiwork. He knew that Lo Pan's men, and every other gang in the city, would be right on top of the rubble in minuites, eager to claim whatever was left of the mysterious shipment of drugs from Milwaukee. Unfortunately for them, Jeb made sure that there would be nothing left of the drugs by the time they got there. There would be no sign that such a drug had ever existed. There was only one more loose end to tie up.
Jeb made his way back to the bar Kelso had been in the night before. He thankfully found the man passed out at the same table Jeb had last seen him, no doubt sleeping off all the alcohol Jeb had financed for him. Thank god Chin went home to sleep like I told him, he didn't wish to pain his new friend with the terrible act he was about to commit. Jeb picked the man up, leading him out of the bar in his still half asleep stupor. "Jus' takin' him home." Jeb said to the barkeep. As Jeb walked out with Kelso, he felt remorse for this man, none of this was his fault, what had happened to him was just a cruel twist of fate that no one could control. He wished there was something else he could do, he truly did, but he knew there was not. Kelso was too unpredictable, no one could know who he would ever talk to, and about what, and Jeb had to make absolutely sure that all evidence of such a terrible drug was erased completely.
He led Kelso into a deserted alley nearby. Then, as swiftly as he could, Jeb took out a dose of adrenaline and injected it straight into the poor man's heart. Knowing that he could not resist and that his broken body would be too frail to handle such a concentrated dose so quickly. Withdrawing the needle, he laid Kelso down in a pile of garbage and stuck the needle into Kelso's arm, as if it was self inflicted. Anyone passing by would think that a sick junkie simply overdosed himself and died here. Up to this moment, Jeb had never regretted doing anything quite like he did this. Because of this, if there was a hell, Jeb knew he was headed for it. His only comfort, if it even was one, was that his friend Chin would never know. Even if he found Kelso, he would despair, but never suspect his friend. With nothing more to be done, he walked into the cool morning air. The cold northern wind feeling a little colder than it had before, as if the land itself knew of his crime.
Last edited: