Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-5426254-20170305225623

''Jasper will act as mission control and as a form of support. It will be Doyle that will be doing the heavy lifting in this RP. Speaking of Doyle, I hope that he will be able to get out of this rut soon. I hate it when he's in situations like this, and I hate it when I have to use gimmicks to overcompensate for bad writing. In case anyone's asking, this is for private flights and screenings. -GL'' -- Jasper's vehicle rushed through traffic in Vale, being careful not to run any red lights, or be caught breaking speed limits as it travelled to the airport.

Once he had seen the location of the signal, he was unhappy that Doyle ended up in a village's police station, of all things. So, he quickly gathered as many things as he could, including his signed contract with Doyle, as proof.

The problem wasn't about making it in time - the signal still remained on the location. The problem was how to get him out.

''If I contact Doyle directly, I risk him getting into even bigger trouble. But, I need to make sure I have to know what the hell's going on in that village - and to make sure he doesn't stay there forever - Shit. Doyle, for fuck's sake, you better contact me ASAP if you want me to bail your ass out of here...'' - Inside the holding cell, Doyle lied on the bed, his back turned against the bars.

Circumstantial bullshit, my arse.

He rolled his eyes and gave a baffled look before facepalming himself once the officer gave his response back then. He couldn't believe it when every single word of his response was outright rejected by these daft, paranoid loons.

''I told them the truth. The entire bloody truth and they still won't believe me.''

But he did wonder if they had a grain of truth behind their reasoning.

''Guess I really am a better killer than a talker. And now that you think about it, as much as I hate admit this, I can't fucking believe they still have a point. This killer really is a pain in the arse.''

Back in Atlas, the program primarily taught them on intelligence gathering, assassination, and other operations, being a technically illegal black ops program. Speaking out in public was never a good idea, and so communications was never a priority either - they were taught that once they were in enemy hands, they would die with their secrets intact. And it bit him in the ass once he left, because now he had to live and survive, so now he was in a sense, unprepared with this kind of scenario.

''When I get the chance, I'll get the fucker and send him/her to these imbeciles, so that I can prove myself right. But first, I've got a few things to do.''

Because his back was turned, he was able to discreetly use some of his devices. He had made sure that he still had them on his person undetected, and he had now looked back to make sure that he wasn't seen or monitored by cameras, guards, or other devices. He used one to track the locations of his Enforcer posse, with some of them within a nearby inn and the rest positioned around the surrounding streets.

He decided to activate another device and look into a video feed of a unit, who held a newspaper while glancing in every now and then in the inn's lobby. He eavesdropped in on some of the conversation, and thankfully, was able to access the recordings of the conversations with the others and the manager. He decided to enable closed captioning and was able to discern some, if not all of the information. He was grateful that he still had his trick up his sleeve, and was still able to hide it from the authorities. Once he was done, he programmed a protocol to the Enforcer, in case anyone wanted to ask the unit questions.

Now that you mention it, I've gotta bloody tell my boss what the hell is going on, now that he knows where I am.

He turned his head towards the bars, where quite a few alert guards were looking away from the cell, to make sure a breakout from outside interference did not occur. He decided to go for the guard watching from the cell's left.

"'Scuse me, but I suppose you blokes still let people have their 'phone call'? If so, I'd like to make one, please." --- Jasper rushed through the airport when his Scroll suddenly rang. It was Doyle.

"Yes!?"

"Sir, it's me. I suppose you'd like to know why I'm stuck in here, as a suspect in a police station?"

Jasper was beyond furious at this point. And he would make it loud and clear.

"BY THE BROTHERS! SHIT! YOU'RE IN A POLICE STATION!? WHAT FOR!?"

"The locals think I'm the prime suspect in a string of six consecutive murders, for some goddamn reason I can't even comprehend."

"You DO understand how FUCKING PISSED OFF I AM RIGHT NOW, DOYLE LANCASTER!? I was about to go on a meeting with a few clients, ONLY NOW, I HAVE TO CANCEL BECAUSE NOW I HAVE TO RUSH THROUGH TRAFFIC TO TRY AND BAIL YOUR ASS OUT! MY GOD! I NEED A FUCKING DRINK BECAUSE OF YOU!"

The scream was so loud, the escorts could hear what was going on the other line, before Jasper composed himself. "You can explain later, Doyle. I'd like to have a word with the officer in charge."

Doyle, now monitored by cameras, and heavily surrounded with the escorts by the phone, looked at the men.

"The caller wants to speak with your boss. Perhaps you fine lads can bring him here immediately?"

Once said officer reached the phone, Jasper began the conversation.

"Hi, St. Selene's Police Department? This is Jasper Queenston, a friend and employer of Doyle Lancaster. I understand that he's been treated as a suspect, and it's the reason why he's in this police station? If so, I would like to meet with you to discuss the situation - and to see the suspect. I'll be here within an hour - no, thirty minutes, tops. I'll see you then." - Once he got on the plane, it took off at top speed. He took a huge gulp with a fresh-poured glass of brandy, given the infuriating circumstances of the situation.

His Scroll rang again.

"Talk to me."

"Sir? It's George. Finally got the license thing fixed. Damn bastards really know how to cause trouble fer' both of us."

"Tell me about it. I'm the one who has to bail his fucking ass! Good fucking God, the guy's starting to be more trouble than he's worth."

"Anything's easier than that stupid database. I hope you can make it, sir. Take care and fly safe, boss."

Once the call ended, he put his hand on his forehead, as he reminiscenced about the plan...

"So, I take it you're ready to go?"

After looking back at his Enforcers and his gear, Doyle nodded yes.

"You'd better keep in touch with us, Doyle," Jasper continued. "We are putting a lot of faith in you and what you can do."

"I think I already know, thanks."

"This is serious. Now that we really formalized our contract, I want to make sure that everything goes smoothly. This means that we are going to establish a little ground rules."

"Fine."

"You are explicitly not allowed to kill or aggress on anybody else unless they strike you first or engage in hostility. I hired you to find artifacts, not to murder and assassinate other people. And I want you to not do anything stupid, like stir up some controversy."

"Is that all?"

"I also want you to keep in contact with us at all times, especially if you get into trouble. I also want to see your progress from time to time."

"And?"

"You are also not allowed to run off and give up without informing us first. You will also give me the passwords and authorization codes to access your devices and your Enforcer units that will accompany you on this mission. If you fail to do these three things, we will automatically terminate your contract. This agreement is now recorded, in case I, Jasper Queenston, need to remind you of any violations. Do you understand, Mr. Doyle Lancaster?"

Doyle nodded yes. "Got it."

"Remember, right now I'm counting on you," Jasper continued, with their contract formally signed. "I picked you because I trusted you. You'd better prove me right."

"Got it, sir. Take care."

"Good luck," Jasper replied as Doyle left and began his journey. "You'll need it." -- As the aircraft neared St. Selene, he had a lot of stress on his shoulders. He was banking on Doyle to succeed, and didn't want to be personally involved if possible. Now he had to get him back in action, and to convince the cops of Doyle's innocence - assuming Doyle didn't screw up and actually murder someone.

Once he landed, he rushed out, briefcases in hand, as he hailed a driver. Once he swiped the stripe on his card, he had a few destinations in mind.

"Where'd you like to go, sir?"

Jasper quickly whipped out his Scroll, before activating the beacons on all 7 of Doyle's Enforcers. One was at a nearby inn's lobby, while the rest were positioned around the streets.

"I'd like to first stop at an inn and book my room. Then I'd like to stop at the police station. I'll give you a bonus if I can make it to the station within 20 minutes."