Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-26104528-20160522001035

Two days ago...

After being notified by Stella about Hargreave wanting to have a word with him, Fritz mentally prepared himself for what was probably the last time he'd ever be allowed inside Flagg offices. Exiting the apartment safehouse, he began making his way toward the angular tower that was Coronado.

Until a Cherry Red Chevy pulled up next to him and honked its horn...

Earlier that day...

"Oh! Before you go Fritzchen, I have a present for you!" a woman in a purple sundress called to Stahlfritz just as he began to leave the coffee shop.

"Here's that 'new scroll' you have been eyeing for a while! I hope I got you the right color."

Stahlfritz opened the package, revealing a flagg-issue scroll that seemed fairly well used. Its brushed aluminium casing had long lost its luster and the screen was slightly cracked. Without saying a word, he nodded in thanks and pocketed his new phone.

"Well, I think I've used enough of your afternoon, give grandma a hug?" Hargreave asked in a frailer sounding voice and pulled her "grandson" in. As the two went thier seperate ways, Stahlfritz checked the scroll again to find a scrap of paper taped to the back with the passcode written below and instructions to listen to the "mix tape" mp3 at his nearest convience.

"Greetings Agent Panzier" Hargreave in her normal 'iron lady' voice began speaking. "This scroll was confiscated from a suspected Order Mole within our ranks by one of your coworkers. It already contains its own CATSAI software and has been preloaded with everything you need to initiate Operation Coconut Samoa. Later today, you'll be contacted by another operative who will assist you with getting our Grimm-loving friends to the party. This message will self-delete when it is done; best of luck Agent." and like the Racoon had said, the mp3 was nowhere to be found.

That same evening...

In a long foreclosed motel, Anise kicked the corpse of a Black Dawn radiowoman under the bed and dropped the head guard's body into the shower. Signs of a scuffle were present, but she already had a plan for taking care of cleanup.

The purple haired sniper inspected her handiwork to the radiator and sure enough, everything had been perfectly clogged up. Once switched on, it was only a matter of time until an explosion that would wipe all evidence of what had happened here. Just to add a little extra evidence, a cigar and trace amounts of narcotics were sprinkled on top, freshly purchased too.

Taking a seat at the former black dawn station, she cleared her throat, switched on the scrambler, and spoke into the headset.

"Outpost 188, reporting in. Forgive us for the interruption." the girl said in a solemn, nunlike voice. On the side, a text message was sent to Fritz's new scroll.

"Up for some CS:GO?"

Current Location...

Stahlfritz re-checked the new gauntlets and rifle he had picked up from Flagg's armory. How convinent was it that his new gear would be ready, right as he was about to take on the most influential job of his career at Flagg. Placing one of the dongles into an empty pouch on his person, he felt his scroll vibrate and sure enough, there was his mysterious helper. All Hargreave could say was that they were a friend. No more no less.

Estellia readjusted the fit on her mask, its strange crooked face highlighted from the glow of the laptop in the center. Tossing her hood on and testing the hook on her brand new shotgun, the tigress pocketed a pack of Tracker Notes.

"Hey, Cao Cao?" she turned toward Fritz. "try not to die down there."

"Try not to get me killed, Ziming." Cao Cao joked back. In a brief break of professionalism, he pressed his forehead against hers before it was back to business.