Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140503224606/@comment-17970636-20140505005808

Two men stood together, a boy wearing a black coat not buttoned up with piercing blue eyes and gunmental glasses that gave him the impression of xraying you, and a boy with a vest smoking a cigarette and two large bags beside him.

Sven Searfeld looked at Julian Gestalt and nodded once.

"We do this right, and we get the pay-off. We'll never see each other again, and we can do whatever we like." Sven told the blonde haired boy.

Julian took a drag of his cigarette and threw the remainder into the ocean.

"Strange isn't it. We both vowed to go straight, and we've been partnered up for most likely the biggest hit of our careers. Three million Lien payout each. Jeez man." Julian muttered.

Sven looked at the people assembled and nodded once.

"Best not to talk too much, I've disabled the waffle boxes in this region so no one will be able to pick us up, however, there is one thing. I've got us legit tickets to go onto this thing. We're going to be working this OP as legitimate passengers, not stowaways."

Julian nodded once and picked up another cigarette, but didn't light it.

"Good, what region are we going to be in, by any chance?"

Sven allowed himself a smile and grabbed his own cigarette.

"VIP."

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Stephan Kalashnikov wasn't generally the person one would see as nervous, however, as he stood there at the station, hopping around, he was the very image of a nervous person.

Why oh why did I decide to sign up for this....

A private contractor had contacted the boy the day previously, talking about the TOL and what a great success it would be.

"The point, Stephan, is that a lot of people are in this who are rich. If some asshole tries to blow this thing sky high, and I assure you that is most likely what's going to happen, then by defending the area well you'll not only earn faunus a good name, but also get a huge payout."

And then the man had hung up.

So there Stephan was, with his sniper slung across his back in a bag, and his pistols stowed in a carry on with plenty of extra clips.

''They know what you're here for, protection. And they wont ask too much about what's in the bags.''

Stephan sighed and looked over at the train and back at land.

If only you were here with me, Morela.