Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140424234147

Nox laid down beside her. The bag on his back was pulled off and set beside him, and he quickly removed the scope from within. He slid it onto the rail of Nightfall's rifle form, screwed on the silencer, and viewed through. And what he saw was startling.

"Are those....Grimm?" He murmured, and increased the zoom. And among the contraband, food, weapons and other items, were cages. Stacked one top of another. Beowolves, Boarbatusks, Ursai. There was even one carting around a Deathstalker. How they even got that into the cage, he didn't know. But this job just got a lot more complicated.

''Shit...well, we know what they're unloading now. ''Nox shook his head, and began scanning for cameras. There were only a few, but a lot of guards. No discernable pattern, aside from them watching over an area each. Whoever these people worked for, they ran a tight shift. Footsteps crunched on snow behind him. Immediately, he swung around  onto his back and aimed. The trigger was pulled, ridding the woman of her weapon. Nightfall was dropped in favor of his techknife. The merc stood, and avoided a fired shot. And responded by throwing his blade into her throat. The guard gargled, fingers clawing at the instrument imbedded in her trachea. Calmly, he walked up, gripped the weapon, twisted, and tore it out the side. She died in a fountain of blood.

A frown marked his features. It was clear that a human did this...which would arose suspicion. And with a sigh, he knelt down, and carved a portion of her neck away. The wound was jagged and crude, exactly what you'd expect from a grimm attack. Anyone with any serious skill in identifying how someone died would question it, but otherwise, it should be fine. Nox stood, and looked over. The shot wasn't heard...good. They needed to be more careful.