Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6975131-20130928221634/@comment-6975131-20131006191716

Sid grimaced, throwing his head back. He bit down on his lip, groaning at the pain. ''Goddammit, this guy actually shot me. It isn't the first time.'' Sid sighed as his aura began slowly healing the wound. "Well, you just shot me, so I'm not going to be your best friend. If my "bosses" do decide to attack the bar, you will need help if you plan to beat them. You will need muscle,information, and you will need  someone to help you get where you need to be. Now, I could give you all three, but now that I have a hole in my shoulder, you're lucky to get two." He used his free hand to slip a touch pad out of his pocket. "On here, I have a list of all of Tony's bases, and I have the locations of the next three sponsor events."

He sighed, "I need to eat, and I enjoy my head being attached to my body, so I will give my boss this information. I wont tell them where the bar is, or about your brother. But the bartender, and your overall bounty will be in danger. You're on your own on how you plan on killing these people, when they attack, because other guys will come, and I don't recommend taking on these people single-handedly." He gave Nox a quizzical look, then laughed. "I don't know why you were acting so protective today, I hadn't even planned to attack you, much less the rest of the bar-goers." He looked down at his unlit cigarette. "You're really good at this. Let's meet on friendlier terms next time, huh?"

He re lit his cigarette, placed it into his mouth, and kicked the boy in the shin. Blowing the smoke into his face, he used his free hand to scatter it, placing a thin smoke screen in between the two. With his gun still strapped to his shoulder, he rolled off of the building, using his injured arm to grasp onto a metal rung, and swinging into the building through one of the closed windows. Screaming with pain as he re opened the partially closed wound, he rolled into the office building, rifle pointed at the window he had crashed through.

He let out a few heavy breaths, waiting to see if the boy would follow him. He had left the tablet on the building, along with his contact information,and there were at least forty men and women in the cubicle office room. Extending his mission any further would be a waste.