Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-24728342-20140730054949

Cobalt listened to the young man dressed in black, but for the most part he found the trooper's death rather... inconsequential. The trooper attempted to murder them and possibly murder everyone else on the train too. Besides, his "relaxing day" was ruined so at the moment, he's not in a rather pleasant mood. The troopers that were along the hallway ceased fire and retreated back to the VIP section of the car. A sigh of relief, Cobalt lowered his barrier. He looked upstairs and noticed his newfound friend and a redheaded woman trying to break their way into the VIP door.

"Nyssa, head topside." Said Cobalt. "See what's going on and try to help out." Cobalt grabbed a few tables, dragged them, flipped them on their side and placed them in front of the entrance that connected the dining car to the VIP section, forming a makeshift barricade. He even step up a few chairs against the tables for support. Though something was running through his mind: ''Why did they stop firing? Couldn't they just charge back in here and finish the job? Maybe they didn't want to waste ammo against the barrier, but still... ''

He noticed Leo, his fist clenched and the familiar look of anger and regret on his face. Cobalt keeps hearing the name "Inari" being mentioned around. Apparently the name carries a lot of weight; and perhaps is someone Leo cares about. ''The banes of being a social outcast is not getting to know new people. ''

"Hey Leo," said Cobalt. "Don't worry, we'll get Inari. You have my word she'll be safe and sound. But right now I need a little help making this barricade." Cobalt struggled with a large table, trying his best to move it toward the pile. He gave a small warm smile, looking at the others. "Mind lending a hand mates?"

Nyssa made her way to the top and noticed something off about the door. It seemed to be covered in a thick later of ice. She approach the two who were trying to thaw out the door.

"Looks like you guys might need a hand," she said. "It's going to take more than just a few cuts and Dust to get that door down." She gave a quick smirk. This was her specialty. Breach and clear, and possibly a snatch and grab as well if there's any hostages behind the door. Overclocking K.O. should be able to blast the door wide open and get rid of the ice as well. "I can get this door down. All I ask is for a little space and some time. By the way, who's on the other side?"

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Dystopia Squad, VIP Car - 1st Floor (around 8 troopers perhaps?)

The troopers were impatient, eagar, and relatively. They weren't expecting much resistance from the passengers of the train, let alone expecting their men to drop like flies. The barrier was an annoyance, but their biggest obstacle were the defenders. They had to rethink their strategy, otherwise their leader would have their hinds.

"We need to regroup," said one of the troopers. "Where's the rest of the inserstion teams?"

"Dead possibly," another trooper replied. "This op was complete bullshit! Why can't we just take the damn blonde bitch out ourselves and get this shit over with?"

"Orders from the higher ups. We'll await for further instructions and then we'll make our move." The squad leader popped in a fresh clip into his weapon. To say this mission was shit was an understatement. They were getting stomped. They head a commotion coming from upstairs. "Guess we might be needed upstairs. I think Miss Dormant might want some 'company'."

The trooper pulled back the receiver of his pistol. He pulled out its magazine and took out a single bullet, muttering to himself. "This bullet, is going right in-between that bitch's eye."