Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25727671-20150311030432/@comment-26157988-20150311033445

Basil made his final preporations inside the passenger bay of a Bullhead. Loading Glass Mikado with two tubes of Dust,  he taps his headphone on his right ear synched to his scroll.

"Bull 1 reporting, Mr. Sands," he says into the mic of the earpiece. "Bull 2 is following close behind, with Bull 3 and Bull 4 flanking under from the left and Bull 5 and Bull 6 drifting to approach from the right. Our carrier has his Otomo Breachers and the cargo ships are below us. They haven't taken full flight altitude yet and have not noticed us, sir. Over."

"Good," he hears the voice say through the earpiece. "Make sure the Carrier gets those Breachers to the cargo hold. Grab the prototype power supply and leave as soon as possible."

"Yes sir. We'll be back by tomorrow at the latest. Over and out." Basil presses the call button on his headphone to hang up the call. Making a final check on the five other Syndicate members in the ship, he walks over to a a set of two duffle bags. Checking each one, the first bag is filled with large bundles of compressed Dust, built for destroying the toughest of metal barriers. The other one had several dozen tubes of Fire and Impact Dust as well as a flare gun. Slinging the the bag of Dust tubes over his back, he hands the other bag to a young girl shifting nervously in her seat.

"Here kid," he says tossing the bag into her lap. "You're the Carrier so you're going with me. I'll cover you as we head to the cargo hold. Don't take any wooden nickles, ok?"

"O-ok."

"The rest of you, work with Bull 2 to clear a path for us. We drop as soon as 3-4 and 5-6 distract the escorts."