Molly nodded her head, eager as ever to be left out of such tawdry tasks as 'lifting' and 'carrying' and 'doing any real work' as Quintus liked to put it. Behind here there was a dull wumph and a fireball as a vat of sesame oil ruptured and burst into flames, raising a lazy, low intensity, fireball from the burning noodle truck.

"If you find me a car I promise to drive it in a way that no lawful authorities will be ABLE to catch it," Molly replied, the emphasis making the answer a little less reassuring than the words alone might have coveyed.

"Hey, hey!" Molly called to her ur-bot tapping the boxy unit on the LCD display as it continued to make katana poses with the surviving chopsticks.

"Spot any vehicles on the way in?" she asked. The ur-bot rotated and thrust out both it's hands with a magician's flourish to indicate the burning wreck.

"If you don't stop being such a wise ass I'll have Buzz Killington shot YOU in the leg," she threatened. The ur-bot beeped in a sulky tone and began a scan of the area.


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Taking a stress to give Quintus another dice
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