Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-24857097-20160512054354

(Long time coming, my apologies.)

Oliver finished searching the spy before throwing and locking them into a holding cell. There was no way he can conduct a proper interrogation considering the circumstances and their mental state. Even if he could, the guy would probably have nothing useful to say.

"Yo' Browning, I don't like the atmosphere going on here..." The technician quipped.

He shivered too; there's definitely something else going on.

"Hang in there, let me call my sister. I want to verify if the plan's working. Provide security."

"On it."

He took out his Scroll and dialed up Lyndsey. It rang for a moment before she finally picked up.

"Hey Lynn... I'm here at the station... Casper gave me vital intel regarding spies within our ranks that needed to be analyzed... Huh?.. The information was sent to every single officer in the kingdom... I'm serious, don't believe me?... Told you-"

Loud, demonic-like noises were heard in the background. The technician safely grips her weapon tightly with both hands until her knuckles were pale white, her face was stricken with fear, but also resolve to deal with the matter quickly.

"The intent was to force their hand and make a mistake... Yeah... What did you want us to do?!... This was the quickest way to expose them without wasting time!... Alright... Well you should probably double-time because I think we're about to have company... We'll be waiting."

Oliver hung up his Scroll and looked at the technician. The tense atmosphere in the air has her on edge.

Footsteps were echoing down in the distance from the holding cells, multiple fast paced footsteps. It felt as if they were being tracked in real-time or something, but there's no telling about where they're coming from. They rechecked their weapons before getting ready for battle.

"Alright, it may be just the two of us but there isn't that many people around due to the shootout. If anything, we can easily clear out the spies ourselves if we play our cards right." He reassured.

"This is so not in my job description!" The technician shot back.

"I'm hoping to not kill them. You're loaded with lightning ammo right?

"Yeah, I checked."

"Okay let's go, stay close!"

And they set forth to fight the demons that roam the ranks.