Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130929194149/@comment-11588669-20131003003628

Nox growled, the sound coming out sythesized through his helmet. "You're a hunter in training. What in the hell did you expect? What part of that screams normalcy? You're being taught how to deal with dangerous situations, and fight. If you want normal, leave and spare us all your bitching." His voice is  ice cold as he adresses Solas. He turns to the others, and sighs.

Cyan was wearing a bright cyan t-shirt. And he uses a glaive. Did he even bother to read the specs?

The mercenary turns to face the group. "This is a VIP recovery operation. Meaning, stealth. Failure, or getting caught, could cause the VIP to be "Executed", thus losing us the scenario and failing the assignment." As he speaks, the scenery around him morphs into the a heavily forested area. Barely in the distance, was the doorway to an underground bunker.

"So, here's what I propose: we go in and wing it." A grin spreads across his features, hidden behind the visor.

"We'll keep in radio contact, and move in teams of two. Work in tandem with each other: Room by room. One group shuts off the lights, another goes in and eliminates the opposition. The final carves an escape route. Something like that. Adapt to what is presented in each area. Is there any problems with this?"