Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190208214344

Arthur ran a hand through his hair nervously and he scanned the room they were in. Alexander's words were far from comforting, despite the fact that they had what they required. All it really meant, he realised, was that the easy part of the mission was over. And this was when the challenge begins.

"Yeah...yeah...I overheard some things..." Arthur began, lowering his voice slightly so as to not be overheard. "I don't know how useful it is in our current situation, but there's something seriously wrong with this place. And I don't mean the frozen rooms and corrupt wardens - I'm talking big."

He indicated for his employer to follow him as they slowly made their ways to the main elevator. "I don't know the details, but it seems to me like this place has fallen into the hands of some...private military company, or something. Whoever they are, they seem pretty keen on keeping the secrets of this place locked up tight - and I'm guessing they have the resources and manpower to do just that..."

They waited a moment as the lift arrived at their floor, and Arthur paused his outburst as the its occupants spilled out into the main lobby. As soon as it was empty the two stepped in, and with the press of a button the doors slammed shut behind them before any more passengers could enter.

"...It makes me think that going loud in this place is suicide. I've seen the guards - they're well equipped and numerous. Not to mention a guy who looks capable of fighting us by himself..."

Arthur allowed himself to collect his thoughts for a moment, before he could become overwhelmed with information. "Your syringes probably won't work on the doctor, either. He was once a student at Beacon, remember? His Aura will prevent the needle from breaking the skin, making it useless."

Tapping his foot on the metal floor impatiently, Arthur decided to drop the automatic rifle he had been lugging this entire time and open the duffle bag strapped across his shoulder. Within, he took out a pair of large, handaxes of blackened metal.

"So...we can't go loud, and we can't go quiet..." he determined, snapping the backs of the weapons together to form a large double-bladed battleaxe. His trusted tool, Mordred, felt heavy and powerful in his hands, and gave him the confidence boost he needed to see this mission out to the end.

"Even so...let's go talk to Doctor Helldrix."