Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140120213039/@comment-11644980-20140217005329

Taela heard the cat fall silent, which was unusual. That cat shut up for no reason, and no one. Then she heard the subtle creaking of the fire escape, and went rigid before putting on her headphones. Quickly converting her mixdeck into it's dust-saw mode, she quickly positioned herself to one side of the window, keeping her weapon on standby. As soon as Cadoc had puched the window in far enough, Taela could tell it was the mercenary: his breathing sounded identical, and a muttered curse under his breath at the window's design left no doubt in her mind: It was the same guy.

Igniting her saw with a loud roar that would be sure to make itself heard throughout the bar, she dropped the teal, energized blade of the weapon, fully intending to take off the mercenary's hands at the wrists. A merc with no gunhands would be like a composer without their ears. A fair trade to her, considering his offense from earlier.