Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160803073656/@comment-13488655-20160808091513

(Ok, I'll try to make it more, intense. :3 At the bomber's address, things will have moar combat, and hopefully a more interesting story.)

"A-All right... Here." Plantard replied as he was sweating bullets, loosening the collar around his neck while handing Platinum the notebook holding the names of his clients, the items of clothing they wanted repaired and the addresses of where they lived.

Zala quietly let Platinum lower her arm, her expression never changing as she kept an eye on Plantard, keeping him in a cold sweat just with her glare.

"Got anything on the bomber?"

(It's at a unused firehouse. :) )