Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-27332019-20161122120731

Nobel glanced back at Blanc and stood up from his seat and told her

"Well I have a surprise for you." He excitedly took out the scroll and played the video and placed it in her hands  "It appears that the boss is alive and well. He appears to be giving us coordiantes via gestures that is what my infromant said."

But then Medicus scratched his head with his left hand and rub the vial on with his right and told her

"I know it seems good but it...D-doesnt make any sense, Canna told us that he is in prison and will be executed soon. But why is he roaming around? "

He then went back at his seat this time facing Blanc and slowly leaned behind his worktable

"Based on my obsrevations and intuition he has a female companion and is walking on broad daylight. If he escaped then it would make sense that he would avoid cameras but he deliberately gave coordinates, Is he taunting the police? most importantly they would have been hot on his tail by now but..No reports have came out of his escape and hours has passed."

Medicus softly taps his hands on his lap and sighs.

"My hypotesis is that he is probably some sort of double agent, THAT woman who seem to scold him looks.....Untrustworthy...But why the boss? Could it be his connections with the Patched?"

Nobel looks at Blanc with worried eyes and said

"Forgive me for saying this but there is a possibility that he could be trading his freedom for...Ours."

Suddenly Medicus felt like a moron for saying that and told her

"Nein...Not possible he is a man who we hold with honor and I know he feels the same way about us there is NO way he would do that!" He clutched his hands when he said no.

"BUT! should my hypotesis be correct then he is probably being used as a tool to hunt down someone or something...So!" Nobel pulled out a vest lined with explosives, At the side there appears to be two syringes filled with a unkonown liquid which is pressumably poison positioned near the neck and has many locks and wires running across and in his left hand he has a bottle of cloroform.

"Why don't we make abit of a ruckus? He said with a very serious tone almost no emotions.