Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-24416658-20151029015556

At the Fort, the man who had recently talked with Nacoma was pacing the room. He had talked to the Governor, he had made all the necessary preparations if everything went to shit. Right, now, he was the only one in the comms section of the Fort, and was pacing around, pinching the bridge of his nose. As far as he knew, a catastrophe of this caliber would not have ocurred had they kept to themselves.

His thoughts were dashed as he heard the comm line go off. Picking it up, he heard the voice of some guy, who quickly confirmed he was speaking on behalf of the BOB. He was wary. After that message, the Governor told him to not trust anything coming from outside the Pilgrims. He pressed the transmit button.

"This is the General of the Pilgrims," he said, voice low and slightly hoarse, "We've gotten reports that something is happening in Vale, and it involves your organization. Please respond." He took his finger off the transmit button and sighed.

The last thing we need are more enemies.

Meanwhile, Nacoma had just barrelled through some other Grimm, only to stumble upon Oliver and some police officers tearing the helmets off some BOB personnel. She could hear the loud noises coming from the radios, before they all suddenly shut off. Quickly, she moved to Browning, grabbing him by the arm.

"I need to talk to you," she said, pulling him to the side. Once they were slightly away, and Nacoma was sure that Anastasia was helping fend off the Grimm, she pulled off her face mask, a rare occurrence that only happened when shit really went down.

"What I am about to tell you does not leave this area, and if you relay anything to your superiors, you will not use my name." After getting confirmation from Oliver, Nacoma explained everything: The Pilgrims, the message from BOB, her involvement. After she was done, she pulled her face mask up again.

"Take this," she said, handing Oliver a slip of paper, "From now on, whether you like it or not, I'm your spokesman for the Pilgrims. That's my contact number. Call it, and I'll get the Pilgrims to assist you in whatever you need." She turned to go.

"Oh yeah, and good luck." Nacoma ran off, finally reaching Anastasia again. Most of the Grimm had been killed, and the rest were being taken care of by others.

"Ana, call Seiriol. We might need to help with evac." Ana nodded, calling up her teammate on her scroll. She wondered why she was the leader, and not Nacoma, the one who actually made tactical decisions, but shrugged it off. IT was a topic for another time.

(Good or nah?)