Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150702042208

"Okay, fine.  But I get the turret on the next ride we steal!" Azzie complained as he steered the monstrosity towards the southern pocket of resistance. He could see from the camera feeds CATSAI sent him that the improvised roadblock in the south had already fallen, so their efforts were better suited to help the Cedar bunch.

"Shooting range in ten seconds!" he shouted after some very tense silence. Azulius focused his Semblance, this time on a piece of music he remembered from when he was young -- the only music suited for this sort of thing.

Meanwhile, due south, Violet had made it to the branch office, loaded up with weapons and fighters to use them, but chose to drop everyone off a few blocks away for the sake of surprise. Two of them, a family veteran and a new kid, were tasked with setting up a little roadblock for the escaping tanker, while the rest of their squad got into position to hit it from all sides at once.

"Wow, Cordera!" the younger mobster complained, scratching an itch behind his dog ears. "I've used spike strips before, but those things were heavy!"

"Builds character, Tomillo," the older woman smiled, testing the sights on her stickybomb launcher. "Camouflaged to blend in with the pavement, reinforced steel spikes, and laced with shaped Dust charges.  Last time we got these out, we caught an entire convoy of armored trucks en route to Vale's Central Reserve." Cordera licked her lips as she remembered the enormous stacks of gold boulion she helped carry to their escape cars. "Best payday I had in years.  But that was before your time, before the Cardamom's went straight.  Or straight-ish."

"Hey!  If you've got time to shoot the breeze, you'd better have that spike strip ready!" Violet called from the comm systems. The boss was juggling both the family comm channel and whatever she was using to talk to her brother and the Eliminator the family had hired to test him, so she was even more stressed than usual.

"We're ready, boss," Tomillo apologized, unfolding the stock on his MP5. "All we need is the mark."

"Good, that will be on you in ten seconds.  Don't screw me on this one." Violet warned.

Cordera smirked again, finding some better cover. Tomillo gulped, his gun suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it did a few seconds ago.