Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150408000748/@comment-26130256-20150410033426

The leader of the half-dozen soldiers, a man with a battered fedora, knew that pragmatism was an important value to keep in mind for any operation. After the bartender killed or greviously wounded three men within minutes, and his friend in the blue suit showed he had connections to the dusting Cardsmoms, it was clear that it was time to clear out and lick their wounds. Wordlessly, the six men carried their comrades off, with four of them struggling to carry the unconscious Big Guy.

Azulius walked up to the doorway, still keeping his gun in the ready position just in case the surrender was a fake. Seeing the goon squad turn the corner, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, I don't suppose they'll be bothering you again?" Azzie asked, feeling very much in the mood for another drink.