Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20150907231134/@comment-24416658-20151020233255

Anastasia sat on an ambulance's back, calmly conversing with the paramedic that had taken care of her and Nacoma. The latter, however, had moved off to the side, where she wouldn't be heard. She was conversing on her scroll.

"Sir, something isn't right," she said, hoping that the person on the other side of the line would listen, "There's no way that the Black Order Battalion would act like this. They were too reckless, too brutal, too open." Nacoma listened to the voice on the other end.

"Yes, I understand," she responded, annoyance in her voice, "But even if they don't work like us, I've been on some missions where we've helped them. This is nothing like what they normally do." Nacoma stayed silent, listening to the male voice on the other side.

"Alright," she finally confirmed, "Do me a favor. Call up the BOB, use the secure frequency, ask them if they've sent anyone out here. Call me with an update." There was an angry response from the scroll.

"I don't care if you're my superior," she replied angrily, "You know why I get to make the orders." There was a muttered reply.

"Gotcha." she was about to hang up, then remembered something. "Oh yeah, and say hi to my dad for me." Pressing the button to end the call, she headed back to Anastasia.

"Who was that?" she asked, "Your girlfriend~?" Anastasia said this in a playful tone, but in reality, it was their code for one thing: Were you contacting the group?

<span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Nacoma nodded, sitting down next to her team's leader and her team partner. "It's a situation, but hopefully it'll be resolved." She patted Anastasia on the shoulder, and the shorter girl smiled, putting her head on Nacoma's shoulder. Nacoma squeezed her arm once, then stood.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.89;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:13.333333333333332px;font-family:Arial;color:#d5d4d4;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"I'm going to look for Browning," she said, "Get him to shed some light on the situation."

(If you're wondering about the quick reply: I was about to post all of this earlier, but realized it wasn't my turn :P)