Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-26130256-20160418075819

Trigo looked around at the chaos. The craters in the pavement, the sheer volume of dead and wounded, not to mention that parts of the nearby area still appeared to be on fire.

"If this is your idea of an ambush," the enforcer noted, "I'm curious about your idea of a full-scale war." Once he had taken another swig, he looked over at Honara's scroll to see her talking to his fellow director. "Breccia, dear!  Glad to see you're well.  I don't suppose you can explain why 31 men and women tried to kill me on my morning jog?  I thought I knew all the organizations who wanted me dead."

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''Meanwhile, in Vacuo... ''

Sienna Cardamom power-walked his way through the streets of Vacuo, flanked by two of his guards. His bad mood was obvious, since he had just finished brewing a fresh pot of tea when he got the news that Director Shiller wished to speak. Unfortunately for his tea, Sienna knew that sending anyone of lower rank then himself would just turn the conversation into an elaborate game of telephone, so it was simply less of a headache to go in person.

The first ring of security guards at Flagg's Vacuo factory let him in without hesitation, mostly because they were on the Cardamom's payroll. Don Ochre had made a deal with Zephrion Flagg. Ochre would pull some strings to speed things along for the factory, and Flagg would give the Cardamom's a cut of the factory's profits and a generous discount on Flagg gear. It was by far the most expensive of the family's "protection" deals, but also the most profitable, even factoring in the payment of the family guards on the premises.

After what felt like way too much time, the trio finally arrived at the reception area. The underboss flashed his pin to the secretary.

"I'm here to speak to Director Shiller," he explained, trying to strike a balance between professionalism and urgency.