Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190731061821

Finally on board, Jett slumped on the deck, panting in exhaustion and relief. She dragged herself to a rail and hung on, glancing at the fading lights of the facility in the distance. A dark army of Grimm stood at the pier, apathy moaning and rats shittering, but stopping at the waters edge unable to follow... That was one threat removed, but she sensed more danger to come, even on this little escape boat.

Her attention peaked again, wih Dust's words on her mind she looked at Lustra in a new light. The inspector had shown her the dossiers of all the officers on duty before the mission, she didnt recall seeing this woman in the files. She wasn't on their side, but if she wasnt an enemy either... a third party?

Then again... she hadn't been paying much attention during the briefing, maybe she was an officer, and she simply missed her file. Jett's lips quivered a little... she kicked herself mentally again.'' Idiot. ''

There had been enough bad choices already tonight. In a time like this she trusted Dust's judgement over her own, and he seemed to trust Lustra, enough to reveal their identities at least. thoush she remained wary, Jett spoke slowly too...

"I'm Jett Helsing. Atlesian special forces, SAINT division of Narreau Technologies, and second in command for the police sting operation tonight...." Her voice trailed off gradually at the end, she didn't even feel qualified to say that last part anymore,

Jett wanted to make sure they were all on the same page, having the more freindlies on their side the better. She could already sense a palpable tension in the air, killing intent so strong it was amost a tangible smell wafting from the boat's bridge. Criminals...

She noted their course, whoever was driving was making a wide circle to land on a more remote part of the coast... not good. Nobody would be able to find them, and once they were isolated enough, who knew what the thugs would do?

''Where the hell were the boat teams?! They were supposed to watch out for stuff like this! ''

Probably busy, just distracted, or dead.... she prayed it was the former, but the giant fish Grimm's presense make it very unlikely.

Dust didn't seem to mind the first man with the snake mask and medicine, he talked freely even while he stood right there. But Jett's ears perked up at fresh footsteps coming on deck, and grabbed Dust's arm in warning, be silent... The armored robot rapidly approaching definitely didnt seem friendly.