Hallo zusammen,
ich wollte mal einen unserer Runs hier teilen 
Wir schreiben regelmäßig zu guten Runs Artikel oder Geschichten runter - meist halt nur auf English 
(Habe keinen passenden Bereich hier im Forum gefunden also hoffe es ist hier in Ordnung )
Let me tell you why todays run will be remembered as The Magnesium Torch Run.
The job was simple (as it always is), infiltrate an abandoned military station in Auburn and extract a shipping container.
The problem? Some gangers settled in the base. And the feral ghouls in the basement.
Nothing the gang couldn’t handle.
They started out by scouting the area, which went well, with only one person taking a point blank shotgun blast straight into physical overflow.
After some regrouping and more scouting and one tortured guard the gang had the following information:
- The gang is some 30 members strong, but goes on frequent raids that leaves the base with only a skeleton crew of half a dozen.
- Said skeleton crew does include a rather strong adept
- Something in the basement of the base, where they need to go, is giving off serious negative magic background count.
- Said basement is also sealed off by the gang because some people went insane down there and started eating other people.
Long story short, they blow up the adept with a booby trap, drop a few guards and after some hitches enact their plan to free whatever is downstairs to have it and the remaining guards duke it out before picking off the remainder. So far so good.
They then have to go down below and get the power running again to start moving the crate with a very big crane. To do that the “mechanic” of the group finds the auxiliary generator room, which is also where some excess fuel was stored apparently.
Upon noting that the fumes in there might be dangerous the “mechanic” ensures me he has a gas mask so he’ll be fine.
The situation at this point looks like this:
The “mechanic” is in the generator room, surrounded by barrels of gasoline. With him is an army flashlight and, if he needs it, a night vision enhanced scoped weapon. The melee adept who helped break down the door is outside, asking if he’s alright in there.
This is what the mechanic then does:
“I take out and light up a magnesium torch and hand it to the adept”
. . .
Everyone does their own little version of “you do WHAT?” while he is fairly oblivious to the implications. He is then told how much damage to defend against as the room turns into a fireball. He is very lucky indeed when all the barrels make their resistance test and not also blow up.
For some reason that surely made more sense in his head he also needs to be convinced to first see if he makes the resistance test before burning an edge point to survive.
The adept, who clearly notices the sudden warm blast across his back as he was walking away, shouts back a “was that intentional?” to which the hasted, if probably rather raspy reply of the ever so slightly singed “mechanic” is “Yes absolutely, just wanted to burn away the bodies to be sure”
The adept, dense as a brick, takes his word for it and continues on his way.
And thus, the most competent group ever marks another victory.
