Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-25582638-20160326030548

(@Kringles: 👍 *thumbs up*)

The disguised cargo truck entered an area under construction with an incomplete building that has two floors, oddly empty despite no announcement of holiday was made. Not so odd when one sees the slogan of Engelnacht Corporation gloriously displayed for all to see. The real estate company's activities are all put into halt for apparent reasons.

The vehicle stopped right in front of the infrastructure.

“Activate the sentry guns! Make sure that none of the factions are following them.”

“Yes, sir!”

On each floor of the building, ten sentry guns pointed outwards. Each of them has .50-caliber automated machine gun with a pair of laser cannon and a backup grenade launcher in case the former are damaged. Their sensors started scanning the area.

Near the construction site, at least five Black Hounds, riding in machine street sweepers, posed as scouts, a role usually took by fresh recruits after being subjected to “intensive rehabilitation”. Hopeless, petty criminals are easy to train like dogs.

After hearing out the heiress, Brunhilde shook her head vertically with her typical smile returned. Though that smile could be categorized as relieved rather than impressed of Fen's response. Or indistinguishable again. Brunhilde's young, second cousin would've been suspicious of the young woman's micro expression if she wasn't sleeping.

“If you get to live longer, take time to ask your parents about life. They have the answers to your naivety.” she chuckled, obviously not willing to answer Fen's questions.

“Even so, everything shall go according to plan. Not even Flagg can stop us from achieving it.”

All of a sudden, red lights bathed the hallway as alarms went off. However, Brunhilde didn't show any concern. She nonchalantly glanced at the speaker that blared a warning about a breach in Zirnitra's medical wing.

“Persistent pests, aren't they?” she said with hint of amusement as she playfully curled some of her long, silky black hair. Todeskralle claws were retracted, replaced by a pair of gun-blades that extended under the forearms.

“A fair warning, Ms. Suzhen.”

The door at the other end of the hallway opened, revealing a pair of men in black suit with shotguns. They calmly walked to their mistress and stood on guard behind her.

“If you choose not to kill her, then always be on guard.” the woman turned and walked towards the door.

“You may never know when that girl will turn against you.”

The sleeping girl stirred uncomfortably when the alarm rang. Cyzarine was half-awake when she switched her headphones to mute mode before going back to sleep.

The superficial cracks from the dent spread a bit. But not more than an inch, they all seemed to disappear to the naked eye.