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Dame felt the carriage shake and judder, pulling her out of la la land, as Crash came speeding in to forewarn them of the train’s newest passengers. [/color]


[b]“Ah’m a good shot,”[/b]  [color=darkgray] Dame called out to Blank, completely honestly and without even the faintest hint of undeserved arrogance[/color] [b]“Ah can watch Crash’s back. Stowp ‘im goin’ hero on us.”[/b]


 [color=darkgray]The young synth slipped down beneath her seat, and pulled out a chunky steel lock box. A few latches were flicked, a few buttons were pressed, and then the box flew open with a snappy woosh, revealing the Decimator. 


Dame scooped up the custom assault rifle in both hands, holding it loosely against her chest, as she broke into a controlled jog, following the face-plated Diver into the passenger carriage. 


The section of the train that she made her way into had already degraded into a frantic mess of bloody panic. Armed hostiles were storming the carriage, and their very presence was a strong indicator that they had few reservations about gunning down civilians to get to their objective. 


Dame stopped by the entrance, running over her options in her head. The Decimator fired explosives, albeit small ones, so shooting into the crowd would almost certainly result in civilian casualties. She’d let Crash deal with the hostiles who’d gotten close to the passengers, whilst she picked off the ones nearer the back. 


Her optics gave an almost unnoticeable mechanical whirr as she pinpointed a trio of hired guns who were clambering through the gaping breach in the roof carriage’s steely casing, relatively out of the way of the rest of the commotion. 

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[i][color=ed1c24][b]Potential lethality of projectile detonation on hostile persons: 83% 


Potential risk of projectile detonation harming civilian persons: 52%[/b][/color] [/i]

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Dame set up her shot in one fluid motion, before squeezing the trigger and sending a rapid five-shot burst of explosive shells shrieking through the air. The projectiles slammed into the  floor below the breach, erupting in a partially contained ploom of searing flame and shrapnel. The force of the blast itself was enough to knock a fair few hostiles and civilians to their feet, whilst the jagged spikes of metal and roaring fire turned a handful of hired guns into blotchy red splatters. 

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