Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-26104528-20150923030858

(Flagg's not really involved. The only reason my chars are here is to pick up thier pay somewhere unsuspecting.)

hoshit-was all Anise had to think before the ground gave away beneath her. Years of experience as an Eliminator meant her first though was to toss her grappling hook as she free-fell toward the ground. For someone whose semblance is to stand/walk on walls and roofs and whose job is the suicide mission dirty work nobody else would ever consider, Anise is used to doing extremely high stress manuvers at odd angles and positions.

"Gotcha!" she grabbed Automne by the ankle and pulled both of them up. Don't worry. That hook is designed to move at least twice the user's wieght before even starting to give out. With her free hand, she swung her weapon to and fro to deflect incoming fire. Her plan was to fling both of them onto either a fourth floor balcony or some other outcropping. Whichever came first.

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Meanwhile, Rainier had made it into a service hallway during the chaos. ''I realize I am running from those who cannot protect themselves, but I have no use captured... ''Considering how many others were outside with weapons trained, his presence seemed redundant. Either way, he needed to keep contributing to this...

Hide a knife behind a smile. These guys want money, they'll get it. Sort of. He made his way to where a courier van should be. As he entered the scene, a trio of goons were searching the body of a security officer and trying to get the vehicle started.

All targets, get kinesis glyph-d into the air. Shoot them down like clay pigeons. Pat around the bodies until finding the key on a necklace on the officer. He hopped in, started the heavy armored vehicle and lurched it out of the service area to the east entrance.

retrieving a radio from one of the goons he just dispatched "As you demand, I have found some money, but it's in a courier van in the east." upon arriving, he stashed his weapons and gear behind a dumpster out of line-of-sight but within sprinting distance, keeping a small amount of fire dust rubbed into his glove. Then, he stood outside the vehicle and waited for the response.