Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-25582638-20160219195113

Location: 5 km away from the scene

“Hound 34 is taken out. Secondary obejective have failed. Shall we initiate plan B?” a monotone voice of a female spoke.

“Set him off and the planted bombs.” a rough voice of a man responded.

“Roger.”

The man then turned to another subordinate.

“Send in the front liners immediately. Primary targets are the Pilgrims.”

The squad leader walked along a relatively tight work space inside a disguised container truck. Both men and women, Black Hounds and BOB-rogues, continued working on their respective spaces, constantly monitoring the chaos in caused by the robots.

In a certain corner of the van, pictures of eight police officers are displayed on the same screen with status “inactive” on their profiles.

--- Four individuals, all wearing BOB exo suit, near the scene looked and read the given order at their visor at the same time.

One is a young man wielding a large sword, the second one is a bulky man with bionic forehands transforming into chainsaw gauntlets, a young woman with dual machine guns/swords, and then the last one is a man with a pair of tonfas.

/“Hound 67, did our mistress say anything yet?”/ the cyborg asked.

/“Nothing, Hound 43. We shall continue following their orders.”/ the woman replied flatly. /“Handle the Governor's daughter. We'll take care of the rest.”/

/“Roger.”/

It was all the conversation they had as they proceeded to their targets with the cyborg proceeding to Nacoma.

/“Make sure the bombs on your neck are all set.”/

Inside the establishment, the bombs strapped on the lone Hound gave out loud beeping sounds before it exploded. They also blew a hole in wall beside, giving an opening for five Thorns to jump in and battle their way to the meeting room.

Four (Namer) APCs, driven by BOB-rogues, used grenade launchers and machine guns at the Flagg units on the ground as some AK-200 robots tried to shoot down the Inuas. --- Ardon whirled around, cautious, bronze eyes stared at the doors. The golden-haired man closed and opened his hands repeatedly as he prepared himself to use his Semblance asap when the time comes.

The scion was snapped out of from the disturbances in and outside the building. He cringed inwardly when Gainsboro yelled about meeting again. All about BOB's use of spies this time.

''So unfair. It's not my fault''

He quickly returned his attention back to the police officer demanding for answers. Casper didn't beat around the bush.

“You'll have to offend their mistresses.” he said. “Name calling to them will literally snap their subordinates, a flaw that only few Hounds will not fall into. They'll go all out to kill whoever offended their mistresses....... Names like-”

Casper leaned to Oliver's ear and said a five-letter word that starts with w and ends with e.

He hates saying such too offensive words epecially when it pertains to women. --- She was pulled back to reality when the heiress' voice continuously echoed throughout the cell. The young girl tried to focus on the words themselves and then to filter out Fen's tone as much as she can.

Guards, camera, door, an idea, the heiress kept on, for the lack of better word, rambling (from her perspective) about escaping.

“Risky.” she said as she rubbed her eyes again. Risky, but not terrible. “You can fight, I can't. I've got..... bad knees. No new ideas.”

Slowly, Cyzarine could feel her head ache in pain and didn't notice Fen sat beside her. She rubbed her temples before heaving a heavy sigh.

She haven't recovered from days of less than 2 hours of sleep. Her need to rest quickly overwhelmed her want to kill her second cousin.

The girl barely held grudge on anyone. If she did, however, it only lasts for a few minutes. Unless if her siblings are harmed, it's a very different story. A benefit from being conditioned that way.

“Need rest.” --

“Why haven't we crushed the VPD days ago?! Our opportunity is right in front of us! We could've easily have the damned government beg for their lives!” the now rogue General Bruno of Zirnitra slammed his fists on the table.

“The government has many assets in their disposal, Sir Bruno.” A man in a dark blue suit replied calmly, his head hidden by darkness. “The lack of funding for the VPD had helped them put money on their pockets. A rather smart move to buy services of other organizations like Flagg's if the law enforcement failed to live up to their expectations. Well, they've been indeed failing..... until Ghost took action months ago.

Now, we cannot underestimate the performances of VPD like before and thus it is hard to bring them down.”

“That's why we've been attacking Flagg, am I not right?” Marshall Red Eye glanced at Phlegethon Engelnacht, head of Intel Department.

“Yes, sir.”

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(@Fedora: May I have the permission to use your CATSAI? One of my OCs have joined the ANGELs and the members were required to use one....)