Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160709075327

Before Hector could reply, the first newcomer cut him off.

"The Nine Dragons?" he said, amusement in his voice, "I can't tell if that was a poorly veiled threat, or if you're just stupid."

The man threw his rifle to the ground and removed his mask, revealing a scarred face with two large red cuts running across his cheeks. Hector's jaw clenched when he realised who he was dealing with.

"Smiler." He spat the word like it was poisonous. "You're looking even uglier than before."

The man appropriately named Smiler laughed at that. "Yes, well. The boss said I wasn't smiling as much as I used to, so he thought he'd give me a hand."

"I thought you'd be dead by now. I hoped you would be."

"On the contrary," he replied, pulling two green SMG's from within his jacket and pointing him at Hector, "I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to lay down your weapons and come with me. The boss won't be happy that you failed to stop your little buddies from coming here, but he'll forgive you as long as you don't do anything stupid."

"Careful, creep," the mercenary warned, "I'm being paid to protect this party."

Smiler grinned. "What? Even though you know we can pay you twice as much? That's very honourable of you. But I wasn't asking you to surrender..." he suddenly turned his aim towards Zanipher, "I'm asking you. I've already achieved what I came here to do, but the thought of letting one of the Dragons slip through our nets is just too embarrassing. So I'll give you a choice - you can come with us quietly and be treated as an honoured guest, or I'll just kill all your friends and throw you in a cell. You wouldn't be staying long but believe me, you'd have some pretty nasty company."

Before Hector could intervene, he found himself looking down the barrel of an SMG again. "If you think I'm bluffing," the man continued, "just asked Hector why he hasn't shot me yet."