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The rifles swung to bear with mechanical precision, their barrels yawning pits, still shimmering with the heat of recent sustained fire. The thugs hesitated for a moment at the sound of their names, one of them racking an underslung grenade launcher with an ominous clack. It was clear they viewed a lone figure with a sword as more of a threat than vanilla mortals would have done and it was just as clear they were measuring their chances.

"Contact west," one of the thugs, Corbett, called to Sampson. At almost the same instant the sound of police sirens grew louder, blue and red light casting up of the buildings of an adjoining street. There was a roar of gunfire and a screech of pain in the night.

"Move out," Sampson ordered tersely and they slid sideways, keeping weapons on January until the vanished into a side alley a few moments before a patrol car skidded around the corner, sirens blaring.


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Thugs withdraw as the police arrive.

You don't really have the leverage you needed for the persuade move, but it is clear they aren't after you.
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