Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24595669-20160322024131/@comment-25389303-20160331105527

"Please...sir!...I have a fam...!"

The shopkeeper's words were swiftly silenced by a flick of Smiler's wrist, and a moment later the man dropped to the floor with a long gash across his throat.

The man's killer stepped over his body into the centre of the display room, and motioned with his hand for the rest of his crew to do the same. The group of masked men quickly set about their work, wheeling in a pair of large trolleys and beginning to load them with the many priceless sculptures which were on display. One of the robbers looked at the body a little too closely as he entered.

"Bloody hell, man, was that really necessary?" he demanded of the knife-wielding man. The robber immediately regretted his decision, and a moment later the killer had lifted him up into the air by the throat, wiping blood off his knife on the robber's jacket as he grinned at him with his crazy grin.

He held him there for a few seconds, then dropped him. He then turned to rest of the group and growled at them angrily - words were hard, and painful, with the burn on his neck - and the message was clear.

Shut up and work.

His scroll then beeped in his pocket, and he stepped outside to answer it, making sure nobody could hear him.

It's the boss.

"Hey," the Boss greeted, after a moment of silence, "good job robbing that place just now. I've been meaning to pay it another visit, but never got around to it."

Smiler just grunted his confirmation, and waited for him to continue.

"Now, I got another mission for you - and important one. You can ditch the others, they'll get the loot back to the warehouse. Meanwhile, I need you to patrol the streets a little, and intercept any wannabe heroes who trying to install any sense of order in the city until the military rolls in. We can't have any Huntsmen and Huntresses messing up our operations, not when such a good opportunity has presented itself."

Smiler laughed, and for once he actually spoke: "I think I can handle a couple of kids," he assured.

"I don't doubt you can. Just...don't screw this up, alright? I haven't scrambled this many members before...Oh, and also, probably best to not take your shots today...I don't need Grin hampering you in any way. Okay? Okay. Good."

Smiler frowned, but ignored the last comment.

"Boss, if you don't mind me asking...did you have a hand in all of this?" he asked, waving his hand at the empty and torn-up streets.

Silence.

And then: "I have no idea what's going on in this damn city anymore," the Boss said simply, and then ended the call.

Smiler shoved the scroll back into his coat and looked out into the rain. The inner parts of the city were relatively clear now - the Grimm must have been drawn to the evacuating civilians, that or they had been killed off here, for the most part. That was good.

Smiler began to laugh, pulling his fedora low over his head as he stepped out into the pouring rain. It had been so long since he had been set free like this, and he was determined to enjoy every second of it. He drew his knife and began swinging it happily through the air as he sauntered down the street, looking for his next targets.

It was time to show Vale what he was capable of...