Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-5999656-20190208041317

Sorrel blinked underneath his visor. A look of mild suspicion had now crossed the stubbly features of the sweaty cop, although the man was clearly trying not to be too obvious about it.

"Oh. Here," Sorrel replied, pulling the ID card out again. He held it out, and the officer took it gingerly. On the card was the image of a boyish male, with charming green eyes and a shock of messy red hair. Underneath the photo was printed a name: Rosso Tyga.

"All good?" Sorrel asked, after letting the officer examine the fake for a moment. He extended his hand out, and the officer returned the card to his hand. Sorrel pinched the card between two fingers, flicking it between his forefinger and thumb carelessly.

"Sorry about that, Mr. Tyga. Just had to make sure, with all the creeps running around this place," the plant sighed. Now that Sorrel's alibi checked out, the man relaxed visibly, his shoulders sinking and tired facial features softening.

"Anyway, like I was saying, we're understaffed so we pulled in some outside help from a PMC, Narreau Technologies. Our plan is to get info on as many suspects as we can, and run them through our databases. Then, once that's done, we'll go after the biggest ones. Who was the person you were looking for? We should exchange intel -"

The officer stopped midsentence as Sorrel pocketed the card and waddled over to the single toilet in the mixed gender lavatory they were occupying.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, I'm just getting a little nervous," came the thick reply. The officer watched as Sorrel, with his back to him, reached for his navel. An unzipping sound soon followed. Then there was a long silence.

"Do you mind?" Sorrel asked, turning his head back to look at the officer, who blinked and stammered.

"O-oh, yeah, yeah man, sorry."

The officer turned around and faced the door, hands clasped behind his back as he took a long breath, and begun tapping his foot impatiently. That was when Sorrel made his move.

The Daybreak Syndicate agent twisted and lunged forward, a hidden blade extending soundlessly from underneath his wrist. With one stride, he cleared the few feet between him and the officer and plunged the spike into the back of the officer's neck, taking a tight grip on the man's shaved pate and slamming his forehead into the metal door at the same time. Without any forewarning, the officer's legs went limp from the shock of the sudden impact. Sorrel extended his free hand in midair, letting the Ice Dust hidden in his sleeve expel outwards in a small, concentrated jet shaped by his bent fingers. At the last minute, he jerked his hand to the side, breaking the flow and causing the small rod to curve to the side. Sorrel leaned forward and slid the modified karambit cleanly through the man's throat for good measure.

Blood gushed from the officer's neck, and Sorrel released his grip, letting the dying man slide to the ground with a gurgle. He dropped the karambit - it would melt anyway - then bent down and flipped the officer onto his side. He reached into the man's suit and pulled out the body camera by the wire. Careful not to let the lens face him, Sorrel clutched the device in his hand, letting ice run through its internal workings. Then he dropped it, and crushed the camera beneath his foot.

Sorrel turned to face the mirror above the sink, and readjusted his unstained cuffs. He glanced down at the officer, now motionless in a pool of blood, as he let the information he had just gathered flow through his mind.

So the police were here. Not only that, but Narreau was backing them. While Sorrel wasn't involved in most inter-organization business, he was quite certain that Narreau Technologies belonged to the Nine Dragons' network as well. If they were here, it suggested something terribly ugly. That Narreau had turned on them, and a move like that was virtually a declaration of war, one which had to be met in brutal, unwavering kind. A shiver ran down Sorrel's spine, despite his best attempts to remain calm.

On the other hand... this wasn't Vale. It was possible that the PMC had gone forward assuming the Dragons would remain confined within their sphere of influence. Clearly, that wasn't the case, and things had taken a turn for the worse because of it. This could turn out terribly if he didn't move quickly. One thing was clear for now. He had to rendezvous with Alyxia.

After running his blade under the faucet, Sorrel turned, stepped gingerly over the dead officer, and exited the bathroom, leaving the crime scene behind him.

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Alyxia's smirk remained on her face even as she felt the cold pinch of blades against her nape.

(TBA)