"Are you Mr. Reed?" asked the stranger.
"No." I was lying, of course. Who was this lady, anyway?
"I was sent here to collect the robot you have in your possession."
Now this was something of a surprise. A few days ago one of my students, Miguel, was assaulted by a surly little robot. He was saved when his older sister knocked the thing's head off. Miguel brought the robot to me and I mailed it to an engineer friend at Cal Poly Pomona just this morning.
"Please listen carefully," I said. "You're a beautiful woman and trust me when I say that it's been a long time since I've had a female caller. Still, I have no idea what you are talking about, so please take your ray-gun back to whatever movie set you stole it from."
The woman shook her head slowly, then simply said, "That is very unfortunate."
She raised the odd-looking pistol and pulled the trigger. I tried to slam the door in her face as she was doing so, but I was too slow. A deafening whine assaulted my ears, then I slumped to the floor, vomiting as I did so. I was helpless. Most humiliating of all, I lost control of my bodily functions.
And by that I mean I soiled myself.
As I lay on the floor, the stench of my own filth consuming my senses, the strange woman methodically ransacked my home. Not finding what she was looking for, she casually walked out. Ashamed and embarrassed, I finally got off the floor and cleaned myself up. I considered calling for help, but what would I say? "Hello, 911? A woman dressed like a character from The Matrix just shot me with a ray gun. Or maybe it was a phaser. I don't know."
I thought better about it and instead called my friend in Pomona. I think he might be getting a visitor very soon.
Ms. Drew works for a secretive lab that develops and builds robots. Their methods are so advanced that they can produce technologies at a TL 9. The name of the company, its location and roster of employees are a closely guarded secret. Ms. Drew is a trouble-shooter, ensuring that security remains tight. She keeps the public at a safe distance and cleans up any messes that the runaway robots cause.
Like so many people in Los Angeles, Ms. Drew has a rather complicated private life. Wanted by law enforcement, her employer has used its considerable resources to create a new identity for her. As a result, she is extremely loyal and will not hesitate to do anything they ask.
|Ms. Drew, the Woman in Black (170 points)
SM 0 (5’ 7” tall, 130 lbs.);
ST 10, DX 12 , IQ 12 , HT 12 ;
HP 10, Will 12, Per 13 , FP 12;
Basic Lift 20, Damage: Thr 1d-2/Sw 1d;
Basic Speed 6.0, Basic Move 6;
Dodge 9, Parry -, Block -;
Advantages and Perks
Alternate Identity (illegal) , Attractive , High TL 1 , Patron (employer) (fairly powerful organization, available quite often) , Wealth (comfortable) .
Disadvantages and Quirks
Loner (9) [-8], Secret (imprisonment) [-20], Social Disease [-5].
Area Knowledge (los angeles)-14 , Beam Weapons (projector)-14 , Brawling-13 , Computer Operation-14 , Detect Lies-13 , Driving (automobile)-12 , Electronics Operation (surveillance)-13 , Fast Talk-13 , Liquid Projector (sprayer)-13 , Lockpicking-12 , Observation-14 , Photography-13 , Stealth-13 .
Nausea Pistol-14, HT-3 aff (1 yard), Acc 3, Range 9/27, RoF 1, Shots 66 (3), Rcl 1;
Pocket Aerosol Spray with Sleep Gas-13, HT-6 or Unconsciousness, Acc Jet, Range 1, RoF 1, Shots 1, Rcl 1.
Nausea Pistol*, pocket aerosol spray can*, flatcam*, laser microphone*, Samsung Galaxy S3, 2012 Mercedes C250 Sport Sedan.
*see GURPS Ultra Tech for a description of this item.
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