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The newspaper lies on the ground, in front of the gated entrance. It has blown open to a page that catches Joseph's attention. It reads:
DEATH AT KIRBY LUNATIC ASYLUM
Kirby State Hospital reports the death of Andrew McBride, age unknown. McBride was found unresponsive in his cell early this morning. Cause of death is declared suicide as reported by Superintendent Doctor James Berger.
"It is a tragedy when these things happen," says Dr. Berger, "yet, we cannot reach every soul that comes into our care. He is in a better place now."
McBride leaves no known relatives.

Joseph almost does a double take when he sees the paper. He picks it up and quickly scans it, before holding it out to the others to read.

“Suicide my ass” he growls. “That goddam Berger had a hand in this.”

”Y’know what? If we achieve nothing else tonight, I’d love to give that smug jerk a good pasting...”

You look onto the compound, within the gate/fence, and it's about 3 in the afternoon. Security is still out and about as well on the road to the the Asylum, yet they all remain within the gated property.

“What shall we do?” Coach whispers to the others. “Wait for a change of shift, sneak around the back or talk our way past the guards?”

"We're gonna attract a lot of attention, striding through the front entrance" says Joseph. "There must be a side entrance."

in your recent forays, there is a perimeter fence around the compound and beyond it is mostly swampland and scrub.

"As I recall, the perimeter is fenced off pretty tight. C'mon guys, we're in uniform, let's brazen this out."

Seizing Atwood's arm, he marches up to the guards.

"Hey! Found this guy wandering around asking about McBride. Dr. Berger will wanna, er, 'speak' to him."

Jimmy the Chin observed Coach Muldoon from a fair distance away, a small smirk on his face as the other man put his haphazard plan into effect. It seemed crazy enough that it might just work, but he was also quite ready to put these the guards in the ground if things went south. He hadn't locked his guitar case, and he casually ran his fingers along the latches that secured it shut, curious to see how the ploy would play out.

A large bald burly man with a nightstick in his hand calls a similar fellow over. The first man has tattoos on his fore arms, a dragon and an anchor on slightly tanned skin. The second man is dark skinned, bald and slighter of frame. They both have security unforms on and keys dangling from their belts.
"Who the hell are you fella?" says the first one to coach, pointing the baton at his chest, staring intently into his eyes.

Joseph is on the other side of Atwood. He speaks up as his fist curls around the brass knuckles in his pocket.

“Extra help. Berger called us in. Said he needed it for the dark of the moon. Now, are you gonna let us in? We need to report to him.”

Coach nods.

"What he said."

Both of them look at you for a long moment in silence.
"Lijah," says tattooed man, "I don't think we were informed about any extra white coats, were you?"

"Nah sir," says the black man, now Lijah, "Doctor Berger (Boy geh) never said nothin' bout no white coats Lemmy. Maybe we needs to shake 'em down Lemmy."

"Good idea Lijah. You boyz are comin' with us, but first you get to wear some special cuff links," says Lem as he and Lijah chuckle.

Lemmy produces some thumb cuffs from his pock and begins to approach Coach, while Lijah, thumb cuffs also in hand approaches Joseph...

"Hey listen..."

Coach subtly moves behind his 'prisoner', letting his sports bag drop off his shoulder as he does so.

"...there's no need for the thumbscrews pal, all we need to do is-"

Without warning, he shoves poor Atwood into the guard. Trusting that the distraction will work, he grabs Betsie from his bag and takes a swing at the guard.

Jimmy the Chin had been momentarily giving instructions to his two goons when his peripheral vision caught a flash of sudden movement. When he looked up, the Coach's attempt to waylay the guards has quickly gotten violent. With a practiced hand, the gangster had released the clasps on the guitar case and produced a pristine Thompson submachine gun from its interior. He pulled back the bolt handle and raised the muzzle towards the guards.

"All right, lets see you touch the sky, now!" Jimmy demanded firmly.

Lemmy sees what's coming. His baton goes up as he drops the cuffs.
Ooc: Fight rolls for Coach vs. Lemmy.[dice]1[/dice]

Coach gets an Advantage Die.

Fight (Brawl) 60%,[dice]0[/dice]

Bonus die,[dice]1[/dice]

Potential damage (club),[dice]2[/dice]

Forced to move, Joseph takes a swing at the guard nearest him, but the move is anticipated and he doesn't connect.

Fighting,Fighting 25: [url=http://orokos.com/roll/757561]Fighting[/url]: [u]1d100[/u] [b]38[/b]

Just as the scuffle get underway, Jimmy's presence is felt more than seen and the Guards notice the assault weapon.
They put their hands in the air, looking from Coach and Joseph, and back to Jimmy.