Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20160605220338/@comment-24147026-20160609104613

The armored truck appeared just as Neil had found a comfortable position to await it's arrival. The vehicle rolled through the quiet street with barely a hum emitting from it's engine, it's sleek charcoal appearance almost made it blend in to the asphalt below. Camouflage such as that told Neil everything he needed to know about the thought process that went behind this drop.

The corporation that owned the Dust was scared, they knew they ran the gambit of being hit before their product could be properly secured, and they were throwing every trick and every spare Lien they could to resolve such an issue. Everything that wasn't Schnee was scrimping to just eek out a profit, and while he knew that this company was no different, he didn't really care to ascribe their name or how they ran their business to memory. He wasn't striking out as some political message for the poor masses or mistreated Faunus, they were just the middlemen for him to put food on the table for his Runners. His family.

The only people worth a damn to him.

The armored truck slowed to a crawl at the rear entrance of the Dust shoppe, it's engine slowly fading as two armored guards appeared from a door at the rear of the truck. They wouldn't be moving the Dust until the shoppe's manager gave them the go ahead to do so. As if on cue, the barrel chested manager unlocked the backdoor, striding out with two of his employees in tow. Neil counted four targets, five if there was driver still in the cab of the truck. He'd have to work fast, ground the obstacles before they even realized what happened. It'd be messy, but he liked it that way, it made his heart beat erratically, like it was trapped in a cage of flesh.

Fishing into his right pocket, Neil produced a pair of sunglasses - no, more like sharp fragments of stained glass, only held together by plastic. He slipped them on and the world around him gained their pink-red tint, rose colored glasses held nothing when compared to the sight of the things around him now. A smile blossomed across his lips, spurred on by the excitement brewing within him.

Neil sauntered across the roof, just until he was a step away from the plunge below. It was only a couple stories, but if he flopped down like an amateur (or someone with a death-wish), he'd more than likely wouldn't come out of it smelling like roses, Aura or not to protect him. So, he waited until the portly manager was near enough, and with nary a thought to prepare himself, he jumped down onto him.

"Oof!" The impact was loud and messy, the manager buckled underneath his new weight and collapsed onto the ground with Neil on top of him. He was either unconscious or dead from acting as a safety net, Neil would check later, for now he had to deal with the four other targets.

Shaking off the fall, he jabbed his lance straight up into the air. His smile looking crazed and unhinged in the reflection of the security guards' helmets. He cleared his throat, using it as an excuse to take in the enemies surrounding him (two shoppe employees pissed about their manager and two security guards also pissed, but probably from the attempted robbery) before delivering his ultimatum. "We have two choices here, people. You can run home and forget this night ever happened, or we're about to get into some serious nitty-gritty shit."

There was a pregnant silence, one that seemed to last the entire night, before one of the guards cocked their standard-issue gun, pointing it at Neil. The other following their lead. It's intent was obvious enough to warrant a silent command of surrender from the helmeted goons.

"So be it," Neil chimed, his joyful tone  betraying how much he wanted the fight to happen. Jettisoning the 'head' of his lance into the sky, Neil took hold of the steel cable and swung the heavy silver cone around as a flail, knocking it into the the two guards, throwing them off balance and off-aim. One managed to squeeze off a shot despite this, the errant projectile hitting the shoppe behind him, and no doubt scaring the employees. Neil was on the guards quicker than they could react to get another shot off. He fought like a hooligan, using the cable and lance head to bludgeon and strangle, making sure both guards were distracted and down before they could their numbers to their advantage.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing!" He heard the shout of surprise from behind him, then the sound of a body hitting the ground. He didn't need to turn to know that one of the employees had taken out the other in a sudden act of betrayal. It did wonders when one could sneak in a friend into the target's own business.

"Manzano!" Neil called, struggling against one of the guards who had decided to meet him head on with a club instead of a gun. Manzano was another recent acquisition of his, bald, large, and a little dumb (but nobody would dare call him as such in front of his Runners), the man was a wall of meat and pent-up testosterone. He also had quite the left-hook and a penchant for pressing flowers in his journal. "Get the guy on the ground, he's going for his gun again!"

"I got 'em, boss-" Manzano bounded over to the other guard, and kicked him in the face, the visor covering them splintered and broke, the shards no doubt getting into their eyes by the way they had writhed on the ground before falling silent with another stomp from Manzano. "See, he ain't moving nowhere."

"That's- That's great, Manzano." Neil grunted as he kicked his own guard in the chest, and with push of a button, charged at him with his lance. Pinning the poor man against the armored truck, Neil twisted his weapon slowly, letting the tip sink in through the guard's armor. It was cruel, but he thought he deserved a little extra for putting up more of a fight and wasting everyone's time.

He let the guard slide to the ground like a crushed insect, one that had foolishly hit the windshield of something much faster than itself. He turned and grinned at Manzano, who returned it earnestly and all too innocently.

"Let's go get our Dust." Neil laughed, slinging an arm around the mountain of a man and leading him towards the back of the truck.