Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20170301101118/@comment-26571677-20170304012707

Hazel nodded lightly, and flipped out another cigarette, lighting it before taking a breath.

"Then you are not a very good assassin. Unless you're facing small fry. But you guys don't specialise in assassination, do you, Nacoma?"

She turned and looked Nacoma up and down with a stare, face a void that swallowed up emotion.

Bold text"Of course I received the letter, I just didn't respond to it, knowing what kind of operation you guys run. Hunting the criminals for justice and whatnot, no? What would've made me think this wasn't a lure?"

"Which leads me to my second point. It's awfully obvious to gather information when you include your full name and occupation in a letter that may or may not be a trap. Sure, I could've seen it being as an 'act of faith' to gain my trust, but trust in this world is not so easily gained. That's why, I now have this."

She opened a file cabinet casually, and pulled out a large file among dozens of others, befor throwing it at Nacoma's feet, tapping the cigarette onto a nearby ashtray.

"Vale's Pilgrims. Led currently by Rowtag Achachak, and heavily resembles a vigilante force, protecting the innocent, punishing the evil, very quaint, I assure you. Anyway, feel free to take a look through it, it's very detailed, I assure you, down to the location of your underground base, and the air ducts that lead through. Well hidden, but nothing a few loose tongues couldn't fix."

Hazel returned to looking at Nacoma mockingly, expression and body language completely natural.

"Now, why don't you pull up a call from your father, or governor, or whatever you call him, little girl. And we can discuss business matters. Or is your pride so much that you can't wait to attack me at this very instant?"