Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150601002346

Azulius groaned at the thought of their transport. The branch office had a Bullpup hidden for just this sort of job, but the decision to use it or not was Violet's as usual. She would probably say yes, but it was going to cost them. Or to be specific, cost him.

"I think I can call in a favor from my sister, but it won't be cheap.  If I had to guess, she'll be asking twenty pounds of Nevermore's Ink.  Maybe thirty, she loves her expensive coffee.  More, if we need to hire someone who can fly a Bullpup.  Word of advice:  please find me a pilot, or I may really have to work for the Cardamoms to start paying for these jobs." He laughed a little, as if the very idea of going into organized crime was laughable.