Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190302172250

Helldrix followed Alexander back to the elevator with Arthur trailing close behind. Before the older doctor could press the floor button, however, Helldrix reached forward and gripped his wrist to stop him.

"Attempting to escape through the main entrance is suicide, Doctor Nobel," Helldrix told him in a flat voice. "Not only is it heavily guarded, but the doors are made of reinforced steel three feet thick. And even if we managed to override the controls, we'd still be followed by the armed guards. We'd never make it to the outer fence before blowing up.

"I suggest an alternative," Helldrix continued, releasing Alexander when he was sure he wouldn't do anything else. "There's an aircraft on the roof of the facility. It will be guarded, but less so than the main entrance. We can use that to escape."

"An aircraft, you say? How awfully convenient," Arthur frowned, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned against the elevator wall. "What's it doing here?"

"The Asylum has a small landing pad for the easy transportation of high-value patients and visitors," Helldrix explained quickly. "The General arrived in it. Seeing as how he's still here, the aircraft must be as well."

Arthur raised his head at that. "General?" he enquired with a perplexed look. The glare Helldrix shot the adventurer was one of growing annoyance at the young man's constant questions.

"Yes. General Vlad, of the Decimari. He's the one who truly runs this facility," Helldrix told him, before quickly raising his hand to stop Arthur's next impending question. "The Decimari are a counter-terrorism organisation based in Mistral, if you truly want to know. They are the ones sponsoring my research - but that doesn't really matter right now. All that matters is that they are well armed and very, very dangerous, so we had best avoid them at all costs."

Arthur nodded his general understanding. That explained the military uniforms he had seen earlier, he thought.

"I think I saw this Vlad earlier...he was talking with another man - a guy will an iron jaw..." Arthur told them, somewhat absently, but his words caught Helldrix's attention.

"That must have been Ulric," the young doctor replied, suddenly very interested in examining the gauntlet strapped to his wrist. "He was a colleague of mine, before Beacon fell. Now he's in league with the Decimari. It would be best to avoid him in our escape."

Helldrix then turned to look at Alexander. "This is your mission to lead, Doctor Nobel. We'll await your decision on how best to proceed. But I must stress that the rooftop is likely the safest option."