Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150716185118

(True.  But consider some of the US air force's toys.  If a B2 stealth bomber is leveling your place, knowing that it's going to cost a fortune to refuel that thing isn't much of a consolation prize.)

"I really hope it's the first one," Azulius sighed, deciding to practice some false shuffles.

"Yeah.  I know we may just be some lowly mobsters," Violet agreed, "and be all ignorant to the glitz and glamour of being mercenaries, but I really try to avoid having incomplete information about people who want to kill me."

"My thoughts exactly," Cordera interjected. "I've got friends all over the city, so I'll ask around if anyone's seen anything sketchy.  But first, we're back!"

The Bullhead lowered through a large hydraulic skylight into a warehouse. Everyone disembarked and made their way to a motor vehicle of some kind that they had stashed. The doctor and Scarab headed for a nearby hospital, while the rest drove to the Cardamom's branch office, each person with a different route.

The place was decorated exactly like Stahlfritz expected a Cardamom family office to be decorated. Lots of wood paneling, brass fixtures, old-timey attention to details, and everything hiding some kind of high-tech security device. Vio made for her office to start processing the day's events, the rest of the team deposited their gear and left to check up on their teammate and Azzie flopped onto the nearest couch, pulling a five-pound bag of Cinnamon Ursai out of a hidden compartment.

"Come take a load off, Fritz," he gestured to the couches. "It's been a long day."

(Sorry these have been taking so long, I've been struggling for ideas.)