Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160309040523

Azulius was as quiet as a statue in the van, which was driving towards the family's turf to stash their stolen goods. Sniper and the tall man were in the driver and shotgun seats, while the Dwarf and Sienna were in the truck with the newly freed slaves.

"You tired back there, Azzie, or you just waiting for your stiff drink from those claymores?" Sniper laughed, thinking of what to spend her cut of the haul on.

"I am a sleaze," the magician replied, still staring a hole in the floor. "I mean, I was pretty sure I was a sleaze already, but now I'm sure of it."

"You're not a sleaze, Az," the tall man looked up from his Scroll. "What are you talking about?"

"That dame who found us at the warehouse?  That was my teammate from Beacon." Both mobsters whistled lowly.

"Okay, maybe you are a little sleazy," Sniper agreed, her ears drooping a little "But what else could ya do?  Tell her your family is the Mob?  I'm just impressed you threw her off the trail when she saw Moxie.  I thought you were done for when she saw that!" Just then, Azulius's scroll rang.

"Mr. Cardamom," a somber, deep voice echoed out. "I don't suppose you can explain to me what has been going on tonight?"

"Blackstone?" the magician started, confused. "I've been taking care of some family business, why?"

"I was taking a stroll by the docks," the master continued. "And I found dear Laura unconscious on a park bench in Barracuda territory, with signs of severe Aura depletion.  I hear police sirens, and I saw a VPD Hazardous Materials truck drive by.  Since she is supposedly here investigating the Cardamom family, I can only assume you know what's going on."

Azzie sighed in relief to know that Laura was in safe hands. "The Blackbriars pulled a closed shop with a dock warehouse.  We did a sneaky smash-and-grab, and Laura found us.  She didn't cause any trouble, but she decided to go Rambo and help heal a bunch of slaves we found.  The Briars were smuggling a pallet full of chemical weapons, so we pulled a Tattle-Tale and got out."

"Very well," Blackstone agreed. "But what should we do with your friend.  She'll live, but I recommend she find some basic medical attention, just to be sure."

Azulius breathed deeply and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had the funny feeling he was going to regret this, but he knew it had to be done. "Bring her to our office on Biscotti and Eighth.  If she comes around, talk to her, but don't tell her the secret.  That's my job.  Make sure you ain't followed."

"With pleasure."