Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131119001848

Noir looked out of the cockpit window of her airjet, leaning on the back of the seat. The modified AK-130 flew over the streets of Vale, slowly enough for Noir to search for her target. This contract was a good one. Stjarnstill, a boy that thought he was a god. Apparently he had caused enough trouble for more than one contract to be opened on him. The reward was lucrative, she couldn't pass it up. After all, its not every day one gets to take down a god.

''Hmm. He must be around here, this info says he'll be in this area. Where is the crazy bastard?''

Swinging over another street, Noir leaned forwards to look out. 