Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131102191203/@comment-17970636-20131106004507

Julian got up to a cliffbank gasping and soaking wet. He sat down on a rock and that's when he felt his scroll vibrate.

He pulled it out and saw the message sent to him from Holmes. He immidiately felt distrust. The data on Holmes was minimal when it came down to it, only a page and a half in his hitman bingo-book, and he had the audacity to call that "extensive?" There was a bigger readup on Goodwitch, but when it came down to it, He knew he couldn't trust Holmes, even though some part of his brain wanted to.

He read over the message and knew that Holmes knew where he was, he then decided to weigh his options.

''I could break the scroll, but then Holmes could be on me in an instant to stop me from escaping. No... I could attempt to swim to the city.. but he could easily follow me with an airship.. think Julian...''

Then the idea came to him in one sweeping notion.

''Of course... Yes.. I'll act upon it.''

But for the plan to be put into action, he had to wait for his dynamite to dry, as well as his cigarettes. He carefully took all the straps off and layed them out on the rocks.