[b][i]Settling In[/i][/b] [b]Inside the Dojo at an Inn[/b] [i]The hot shower had been nice, and now Rose Mercier sat silently, wrapping her foot in a makeshift cast. Most of her bruises were fading away, and she was beginning to look normal again. Her cuts were still wrapped, she had changed the bandages multiple times, and cleaned them all out. She most certainly wasn't keen on death by infection. After she finished, she laid back on the bed, and sighed. This was not exactly how she envisioned life, the anklet preventing her from going anywhere, but then again, where could she go? Atlas would kill her if he knew that she had sold him out. At least here she was safe. Her thinking was interrupted by her door opening, and Wolfe stepping in, in his full combat attire. She nearly jumped out of her skin. He raised a hand to tell her it was alright, and he moved towards her foot. Lifting it, he seemed to be doing something to the anklet, and in seconds, it opened, and he pulled it off, setting her foot back down.[/i] I'm surprised you never tried to escape. [i]he said.[/i] You... you would kill me, Monsieur Wolfe. [i]She remarked, almost stupefied.[/i] I wouldn't. Wilson would. [i]Wolfe replied, with a sincerity to his voice. With that, he turned and left the room, disappearing moments later. She stared down at her ankle, awestruck that she was free. Leaning over, she shifted weight to her good foot, and climbed out of bed. She'd need a crutch sometime soon, but for now, she wanted some food. Slowly, she made her way downstairs to the tavern in hopes of getting a meal. Seating herself at a booth, she read over a menu.[/i] [b]Dojo Courtyard, Wilson's Vertibird[/b] [i]The gunship sat off to the left, and was loaded with weapons of all sorts. Machine guns, rifles, handguns, shotguns, grenade launchers, anti-tank weaponry, knives, attachments, and plenty of munitions were loaded in crates both outside and inside the aircraft. A canopy was set up to the left of the cargo ramp, and a folding table was set up beneath it, also loaded with weapons. From inside the Vertibird, Wilson exited in his own power armor, all of his usual weapons in place, an FAL in his hand. Loud music played from the four Marshall amps to the right of the Vertibird, and they made it quite clear who's aircraft it was.[/i] [b]Outside of the Dojo, Clearing to the South[/b] [i]The clearing was silent, and a car lay on the other end of it, a pile of dirt about 200 feet behind it. In the car were four mannequins, and both on and in front of the hill, there were five in varying positions. A shot cracked out from somewhere low in the treeline, and splintered the heads of the first two mannequins in the car, shattering the windows as well. A second shot took the two in the rear. A third shot hit the gas tank, and the car erupted in a fiery blast, sending shrapnel across much of the clearing. A fourth hit one of the mannequins on the hill in the throat, a fifth hit another in the chest, a sixth hit one in the head, a seventh hit one in the heart, and an eighth hit one in the head. Every single one of the mannequins, had they been real, would have been killed without ever knowing the shooter's position. Such was Jackson Wolfe's strategy. Uncloaking, he walked forwards from the undergrowth, Barrett M107A1 in hand, two rounds left in the magazine. Approaching the carnage, he assessed his own skill.[/i] [spoiler]Three separate open interactions, just specify who you are interacting with. Rose in the Inn Wilson at his Vertibird Wolfe target-shooting outside the Dojo. [/spoiler]