Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150630022347

(It's all good.  I'm assuming that Stahlfritz is finally uncloaked for this conversation.)

"Panzier," Azulius responded, his voice a little more cold and professional than Fritz remembered. "Nice to finally see you again.  When this is over, I'd like a better explanation of whatever the hell has been going on today.  Actually, I'd like my explanation now, but we have more important problems to solve." He gestured to the truck, which was rapidly picking up speed.

"Besides," his tone lightened just a little. "I killed the last death truck.  You've got to start pulling your weight here.  You are, after all, the professional."

"People!  Bad news," Violet called from both their scrolls at the same time. "We've got three pairs of ugly running around Vale!  Or two triples, don't care which." She updated their scrolls with the location of the other trucks.

"We already killed the first flamethrower truck, so we're down to just a full house of ugly," Azzie responded. He looked back at Fritz.

"Never mind, you can pull your weight on the next set.  I have an idea, but I need some math to make it work," he explained, trying to power up his rocket locker remotely. "Use that overpriced scroll of yours and tell me where that truck will be in exactly thirty-seven seconds."