Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161122223352

"Hold on, don't be so hasty!" Blanc exclaimed, raising her hands in protest. "We haven't even seen if those numbers are actually coordinates yet!"

Blanc took the Scroll from Nobel and rewatched the video several times as she tried to decipher its meaning. Just from the fact that he successfully predicted that Nobel would find a way to scan the security cameras in Vale did Blanc know that Diaboli was clearly one step ahead.

"He can't be a double agent. If he wanted to sell us out, he'd just call us on our Scrolls rather than go through all this trouble to contact us. Besides, why would the police need us when they have him?"

She watched the video again, pausing as the girl came into view. "That girl..." she muttered under her breath, her eyes narrowing, "...Diaboli would never allow somebody to push him around like that normally. He must have his hands tied somehow, in which case he is certainly working for somebody. I think it's safe to assume that its the police - or perhaps more specifically, something or someone related to those Decimari people."

Blanc frowned and continued piecing the clues together. "But that Canna guy said he was going to be executed, so they probably aren't working together..." Blanc suddenly snapped her fingers and smiled. "...Of course! They're counter-terrorists, aren't they? They wouldn't be interested in us, they're interested in Smiler! And who better to find him then Diaboli!"

Pleased with herself, Blanc tapped in the numbers onto the digital map on her Scroll. However, upon doing so she realised there weren't enough of them to fit all of the spaces.

"Guess it's not a location, then..."

She then proceeded to type the number as a Scroll number, which also didn't work - until Blanc changed the settings so that they worked with Vale rather than Mistral communication towers. She practically whooped with joy when the number fitted perfectly and began to ring when she pressed call. Her joy was short lived, as she soon realised she had no idea who she was calling. In a panic, she threw the Scroll to Nobel.

"Here, you do the talking!" she said in nervous excitement.