Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160301082737

"Did Azulius also teach you melodrama?" Silencer asked, lowering his pistol slightly. "What secrets do you think you've learned that are worth killing over?  None of us have used our real names, it's a little dark for you to see our faces, and for all you know, we've been using accents so you may not know our voices.  Honestly, the only reason I can see for killing you is if you try to attack when our backs our turned.  We'll have to knock you out so you don't see where we leave, but knocked out is much better than dead, I say." Once Silencer finished talking, they heard a sof click, followed by a sigh of relief and a small cheer from Mistral and the short woman.

"Claymores are disabled," he reported, brushing some dust off his suit. "I'm gonna need a good stiff drink when we're done here." A large black van backed up to the warehouse, and the sniper from earlier got out, opened the back doors, and pulled out a set of bolt-cutters. The warehouse had a half-dozen shipping containers inside, half of which were empty. The first one contained several cases of Dust and weapons, which everyone except Silencer silently loaded onto the truck.

"Bet we can get 150 thousand, easy from all of these," the sniper grinned. "So long as our fence can handle it."

"I'd make a joke about good fences making good neighbors," the short one added, carrying a rocket launcher larger than she was. "But it's too early for puns that bad.  On to the next container!" After a few seconds struggling with the bolt cutters, the second door opened, and her expression turned from mirth to horror.

Inside the container were about two dozen Faunus, all of them injured, dirty, and with a minimum of clothing. Their submissive expressions and broken body language told a grim story.

"We can't fence these," the short one stared. "Since when do the Blackbriars run slaves?"

"Since the money got good," Silencer answered bitterly. With his free hand, he drew his scroll and called someone to bring another van, with some food in the back.

"And here I was hoping for a nice, peaceful night of beating up people and taking their stuff," Sniper complained, her rabbit ears drooping.