Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20161211031628/@comment-5999656-20161211042316

A couple hundred meters across the silvery dunes, fluctuating with the patterns reflected off the oscillating waves lapping under high tide, one could spot the distant lights of human civilization glinting against the clear night sky. This serenity, however, was marred by the advance of several nondescript lorries and life rafts bumping clumsily where they were loosely tethered, and the shuffling of dozens upon dozens of people over the wet sand.

Shielded by the darkness and a camouflage semblance, the silken silhouette of Automne Reynard was barely visible against the dark water. Crouched less than forty feet from the scene, the fox Faunus was slowly advancing towards the captors. Her friend had already taken position on a distant overhang, sniper rifle ready to incapacitate the first adversary. Despite Platinum's typical method, which involved running in shouting hands in the air police-fashion, Automne had been able to convince her that such a direct method could easily cause excessive casualties.

The duo hadn't expected to stumble across a human trafficking scheme. They'd come here in search of a disappeared friend. But if they could dismantle a major crime operation while they were at it, then why not? It was the least they could do, now that Beacon was down.