Mother Blackstar's lips purse slightly, and if she needed to breath, Rachel could imagine she would have sighed (some neonates would have sighed out of habit anyways). She replies, "Why don't we meet at Tommy's Elysium? I will probably be busier earlier in the night, and that will be closer."

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For a moment before she squeezes the trigger, Anna can see a dingy motel room, lit in orange by overhead lights. Two twin beds lay next to each other across the room, and she counts four Ghouls; three crouched behind the farthest bed, and one standing with a shotgun in the doorframe at the end of the room, supposedly leading to the bathroom. With surreal clarity, Anna can see feathers and motes of dust floating angelically; can see the angered and scared faces of the Ghouls, can see the half eaten Chinese food sitting on paper plates on a low table nearby.

Then Anna's finger squeezes down on the trigger, and the assault rifle kicks into her shoulder with rhythmic bursts of mechanical explosion. Bullets tear across the room, kicking up more feathers from the two beds as the rifle-fire fills the room with light and noise and fire.

Over the sound of gunfire are the screams of the Ghouls. The man with the shotgun goes flying backwards into the bathroom, knocked off his feet by a string of direct fire. The bullets that rip apart the beds also arc across the crouched men seeking the poor shelter. Though Anna can barely hear their screams of pain, she can smell their blood cutting across the ripe smell of man sweat and the acrid stench of gunpowder. The Beast inside is pleased.

(OOC: Anna is down to 3/6 WP. I'm being nice with how I use the 10 again rows. First Ghoul takes 5L. The second 6L. The third no hits. The fourth 6L)

The one man not hit raises a black pistol over the top of the bed and fires at Anna. The bullet would have pierced her shoulder, were it not for reflexes impossible to any mortal.

Then the door to Anna's right opens, and a man with a buzzcut and a handlebar mustache is standing there with a sawed off shotgun raised only a half foot from Anna's chest. He grins, showing yellow-brown teeth, before the shotgun roars to life. Metal spray fills Anna's chest with fire, cracking ribs and shredding vestigial lungs, and knocking her off her feet.

(OOC: One hit causing 4B. Anna is down.)

Gabe redirects his pistol fire and somehow draws a bead on the man with the shotgun. His bullet takes the man in his left shoulder, spinning him and the shotgun away from Anna.

(OOC: 5L damage).

With Anna down, Karl now has a line of sight on the man with the shotgun. His bullet takes the man in the back as he finishes his spin, dropping the man down dead.