Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20151021000630

(I say we skip to the Casino.)

Fancy and formal dress places: for some odd reason, it was perfectly normal for eliminators to have sweet dreams of heading into a five-star establishment and leaving it looking like a bomb or six went off in there. As Ingraham stalked through the streets as per the croc's instructions, he was reminded of the Flagg Formal from two years ago. All dressed up and he was the DJ. Evryone was having a great time and he finally got to play that 'killer set'. Truth be told, the fact that the Ibaalin Remnant thought they could pull a fast one then only added to the fun factor of the night; he finally did get on the dance floor...and smashed someone into it.

"Ok then, I'm going to lead my guys to around the back entrance. Give 'em two wildfires to take care of. We'll wait for your signal which I suppose will probably be a guy getting punted fifty feet into the air. Need anyone to come with, or you got this?" the cyborg unfolded his rocket launcher and notioned for the Militia to hold position for now.

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"This is Eze-0. I'm on my way now." the driver replied as he made his way to the north college. All he had was spare viton for treating baattlefield wounds but it was better than absolutely nothing and truth be told, exactly what they needed. "Mayb you should start driving now. I'll meet you halfway." he said as his vehicle floated over ruin and wreck.

"Copy that." Eze-7 said as he eased his partner into the forward passenger seat of a truck that Fritz had hacked for them. A few of the other Ezekiel units follwed suit. Sure, only one of them (not Eze-7) was actually qualified to operate a vehicle of this size in a previous age, but anyone who'd pull them over was probably in the Grimm King's pocket. While one of the operators climbed into the seat, the other used their suit's increased strength to break or wrench the locks off and get started on the heavily injured.

"Transferring controls to you." Fritz said to everyone as he himself called up Dr. Eberhardt to see how things were going at th hospital. Last he checked, they were having a case of rioters and were dealing with them ok, but then got distracted.

"Doc, how are things going on your end?"