"That's good to hear. That said, I have a few techniques that can be used to help tamp down some measurements if you need it."

He indicated one set of notes he had, sighing. "Something I can't use readily is my sawed-off. It'd be a nightmare to get approved, and a waste of money to just have something custom built. It's what I used to use rock salt in. Since we're adapting it for a pistol, might be best to run some tests before we go shoving rounds in." But it was the basics that would no doubt be useful for her down the road. He was sure she'd appreciate it on down the line.

"Got any burning questions for me? Need a few more things before we get it underway?"

Tabitha Yamamura

Dammit!

His shot hit home, but things were now more complicated than they were before. Hostage situations were something he wasn't particularly good at, unless his goal was to shoot first and ask questions later. It involved careful planning, forethought, and a great quickdraw to win that over. Retsu was a loose cannon, unpredictable, and liable to do something he didn't want if he didn't back off. While he had a shot on Retsu, it was something he could only take in the best of circumstances. Looking down, he noticed the blood on his leg and the pain began to set in, and to make matters worse he was on the ground. Far from ideal.

So he had no choice but to let her go.

He holstered his weapons, wincing as he reached behind the counter to grab a (presumably) clean rag, and by the time he finished tying it around his leg he heard the explosion outside. "Plan B it is," he muttered, hobbling to a side door to let himself out.

The Carry was once again in his hand, keeping the big iron put away as he began to scan the surroundings. The bike made a pretty decent bang, now all there was left to do was to find Retsu, dead or alive. "Not too late to turn yourself in," he called out, cautiously advancing. He was trying to keep cover within arms distance in case he had to duck behind it. "Last thing either of us want is hole in yer head. Honestly, would ruin the whole, 'badass bitch' look ya got going on."

Bakiri Retsu,

Mark turned to look at "Pest", reaching into his jacket to pull out a flask. Granted, all that was in it was cold coffee as he didn't think he could get away with actually drinking on the job, but still it didn't give a good look. "'Preciated," he says, opening it up and taking a swig. "Though you might want to curb the enthusiasm just a bit. We're the bad guys."

He looked at the rabbit, frowning a bit as he turned back towards his work. "Just kick it really hard," he says, putting the flask away as he jabbed the screwdriver into the closest seam of the ATM. "What was his name...Playboy? Think that's one of his. Probably acting as a scout or something. Blinding it is well and good, but you might be better off destroying it entirely."

Mark would be content to pry away at this device, especially with the bunny biting Ryota and the only other threat gone. That was, until Kenta flung himself at him. Which, in turn, would get the screwdriver in his hands flung up at Kenta. It was 100% dangerous and could poke an eye out, but Mark was nothing but shrewd when it came to this hero course stuff. That and he was getting out of the way. He knew enough about the student to know that he was one of the more capable students when it came to maneuvering in 3D, so on top of the screwdriver he drew The Carry and opened up with three rock salt rounds, each one no doubt stinging any bare skin surface that Kenta had. "Seriously, the one time everyone goes after the maintenance guy and it's today?"

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Mark slowly made his way forward, keeping both guns trained on the table as he tried to think of a backup plan. Sure, there was his little booby trap outside, but with people filing out at a high rate he couldn't open up as he liked. Well, he could with the Carry as that was nonlethal, but he didn't need the media breathing down his neck. "Yer paranoia is charming," he says, a little of his drawl coming out again. "Ya waste too many bullets, though. I cain't imagine what ammo costs would be with ya."

He stopped a good distance away from the table, a frown on his lips. "I would, but you literally threw a grenade at me. Which, gotta say, is a first. Most women here that I flirt with are more likely to give me the cold shoulder. Still processing that, ain't sure if you like me enough that you don't want another woman to take her shot, or if you despite me enough that you don't want my next of kin to find the pieces." The pin caught his attention, initially thinking she was intending on moving out for a fair fight. This made him spread his arms out to cover either end as his own wily nature told him not to trust it; unfortunately, he as now in a bind. If she had gone left like he saw the pin do, the Carry would be free to let loose and he'd end up pumping several thousand volts into Retsu's body, immobilizing her and not have to worry about hitting anyone else. However, she popped up on the other side where the Wayward Son was, complicating things; 45 caliber was enough to take down a cow in a single shot (that's why it's called ACP; Anti-Cow Projectile), and the hole he'd make in her would be enough to stop the fight right here and now. But like he said earlier, he didn't want to bring her in dead. While she was threat enough to do so, there was one little problem: there were too many people behind her. There was a good shot lined up, but there was no telling if the round would keep going and hit someone else. It was a risk he couldn't take.

That moment of hesitation forced him to dive for cover as she opened up on him. His leg wasn't responding like he wanted, and he felt the wind as several bullets flew past him. It did give him a moment to line up the Carry one good time and squeeze off a shot, one that would zap her good to make her regret her decision to run. Maybe not enough to incapacitate her, but it could slow her down...assuming he didn't screw up his sights.

Bakiri Retsu,

Ah, now she was speaking his language! "Dunno what you're talkin' about, we're just tryin' to lead it away from people! Not our fault it got stuck!" Plausible deniability. Mostly. It wasn't foolproof, but it'd get the job done.

While the buckshot was leaving marks on the beast, it wasn't deep enough to cause major injury. The most damage he'd find in shooting at it was he could keep the tendrils from doing any major damage to them. But once they got to the boardwalk, that's when things had to be done swiftly. It was possible to keep collateral down, but he had to act and fast. "Keep it there, best you can! I'll try to make this quick!" It was something he wasn't keen on doing; it relied on another person. It put someone else at risk for one of his stupid plans. So he couldn't dally, he had to act now.

He ran up the steps, immediately looking around. He'd right away find a hotdog stand, and attached to it a propane tank. Not ideal, but good enough! He'd first unhook the thing, shaking it a little to gauge how full it was. It was at a little more than half, but it'd have to do. He'd find it in the nick of time as a tendril smashed through the panels, which was convenient as he didn't have to try and sling it up and over into the orifice at the top. He'd peek down ever so slightly, blow away an extra wooden panel to give the cannister enough space to drop, and then he slung down the tank. It wouldn't do any damage, and Mark wasn't counting on it. However, he'd draw the big iron and put a round into the tank before it vanished into the starfish. The resulting explosion rocked the boardwalk, splitting the creature open and nearly taking out Mark in the process as the valve flew up back at him, grazing his head and allowing a few curses in English.

"Glepnir, tell me that thing's dyin'!" While it wasn't exactly dead, its insides were definitely exposed. And because it was in a lot of pain, it was more focused on escaping than it was on either Mark or Sadako.

Sadako Gotoh

Lone Wolf could in fact be a team player.

Keyword, 'could'.

While he was hooked up to comms and was supposed to be coordinated into attacks and the such, his heart wasn't into it. Which was a shame, since he was all on board for making students' lives difficult. After Dream World, however, he was not up to his own standards. He had been coming in later with all the physical signs of hangover, and had even developed five o'clock shadow. That wasn't to say he wasn't doing his job, as he was running all the same scenarios, but he did seem like he was on autopilot. If Supernova hadn't twisted his arm he probably wouldn't have participated in this exercise.

Instead of openly causing problems for students, he decided to take a more subtle approach. With a bag full of improvised devices and the other instructors causing mayhem on their own, Mark had taken it unto himself to wander into empty buildings and setting explosives in place. They'd all have timers on them, with a "deadman's switch" of sort wired in as well, but that was his leverage for after he got caught.

Upon finding a faux ATM Mark decided to give in to that little voice in his head to always wreck one and steal whatever he could; obviously nothing of real value was in it, but it was the thought that counted. He had begun to pull out a screwdriver when another student called out, holding a hand out in order to stop him. "Maintenance guy," he says, not even bothering to turn around. "Got a call that someone had been tampering with this. Think its scammers again." This cover story was highly unlikely to any sane person, and even less so in this scenario since technically there was only heroes and villains. Man had to try, though.

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