Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150926205846

Wordlessly, Uriel grabbed Lupara and began to stalk off, planning what he was going to say to Sable to get out of this alive. Once he disappeared around a corner, Trigo sheathed his shotguns and grabbed his Scroll in walkie-talkie mode.

"All teams, this is the Tornado.  The situation is resolved.  I repeat, the situation is resolved.  Pack up and go home, but the postmortem will have to wait until tomorrow.  Also, we have two rocket lockers to get rid of, so bring them to the office, wipe their records of today, and send them back to Beacon." he ordered before taking a good long drink from his flask, then shaking it to make sure it was empty. As if on cue, lights and sirens appeared down one of the streets, probably the police responding to the exploded warehouse and reports of gunfire.

"Just our luck," he mused, turning to Azzie and Shani. "Well, Vale's finest are coming.  Azzie, you take your friend and find someplace to hide.  I need to go find a refill, and then I will come to you two.  Just leave your Scrolls on." With a respectful nod, he turned to the road and began walking, keeping his eyes peeled for a liquor store open at this time of night. Tears still streaming down his face, Azulius began to walk towards another alley, wordlessly gesturing at Shani to follow.