Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20150121053959/@comment-16171938-20150121061614

The doctor zipped up his medical bag after a double check of his supplies. Arterio had already checked with the higher ups that he was going out on a mission for a big time payout. Fixing his cloak, the Springbok made his way to a bus stop boarded a bus as he took a empty seat. The man seemed young, but the 35 year old had seen his fair share of battle and blood. He certainly didn'y act his age, taking a liking to older niches and having the energy like he was 10 years younger. Opening a small book, he looked over some notes he had taken about his mission.

''It's good I'm working with others, Solo missions aren't in my jurisdiction. At least I can take liberties in battle. From the details that I was given, the others are highly trained and dangerous like myself. I just hope the youngsters aren't too much of a pain though, young generations always have that wit about them.''

Arterio adjusted his hood as to not raised any suspicion. He had taken liberties with wearing a cloak to not give away his White Fang status with his uniform, but his mask was something he'd never take off on a job. It looked more medical than White Fang, but it still had that aura to it. The bus stopped near the dock he was supposed to meet at, and the doctor picked up his bag and exited the bus. As he approached the rendevous point, he spotted a car which looked out of place. Walking over, Arterio tapped on the driver side window with his pale hand as to get his attention.