Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160715220519

As Zanipher made her plans, Smiler found himself seated in the back of a large armoured police truck, surrounded by mean-looking officers and heavily equiped guards. His hands were handcuffed, and they hadn't been exactly careful when they manhandled him out of the police station and into the vehicle. They obviously were taking no chances with him, and Smiler had made sure to keep his smile as wide and creepy-looking as possible whenever they so much as glanced in his direction - revealing rows of sharp, filed teeth - so as to keep them that way.

For what seemed to be the hundredth time that journey, though, he wondered how he'd allowed Diaboli to convince him of going along with this stupid plan...



"They're are going to attack the base." Diaboli had said, 24 hours earlier, as he gazed over the concrete wall of the Goldmine for what he felt would be the last time.

"Obviously," Smiler had replied, the robotic amplification giving his voice a nasty edge. "The sooner they take this place, the sooner they secure their territory." He began idly uggling the numerous knife blades he kept hidden on the inside of his coat. "The longer they wait, the more beefed-up our defence get, and the more time we have to hit them first - and they know that."

Diaboli gave him a dark look. "You seem to be quite capable of logical thought, for someone who's supposed to be completely braindead from depressants."

Well, looks like he figured it out, Smiler thought. He finished his act with with an impressive 7-blade flurry before catching them all and hiding them again.

"Indeed," he said vaguely, before leaning against the battlements. "So? What's the plan?"

Diaboli looked over towards one of the large turrets lining the wall. "We've just about finished outfitting the anti-air guns with additional EMP-proof armour. If they intend to attack from the sky, they had better bring a bloody battleship, otherwise we'll shoot them down without much problem."

He then pointed out into the distance, towards the edge of the forest. "But it's an attack from the ground I'm worried about. There is roughly 100 feet of open space between us and the treeline, so our snipers will have no trouble picking off anyone who crosses by foot. But if they decide to travel by armoured vehicle we'll have to use our heavier weapons, which take too long to fire. If they attack with enough force, we won't be able to stop them from reaching the wall."

Then he turned around. "They may also decide to scale the mountain and try to drop down behind us, which is a scary thought. Therefore, I've decided that we shall commence Operation Onyx as soon as they breach the wall."

Smiler tilted his head to the side. "Onyx? Last time I checked, if your base has been destroyed by the time you've finished defending it - you've failed."

Diaboli had turned towards him then, with a mischievous glint in his eye. "It would be a shame not to use our two most valuable assets at such a time of great peril, wouldn't it? Not that we'll be anywhere near here when it happens. After all, we're both of far more use in Vale."

"Vale? Easy for you to say, venturing into the heart of the enemy when they no nothing about you except for a name. I'm one of the most wanted people alive - if you don't remember."

Diaboli rounded on Smiler, obviously irritated by his first lieutenant's lack of cooperation. "Then it's a good thing you won't be hiding then, isn't it?" He snarled, as his whip-arm writhed in anger - or perhaps excitement? "What I'm planning is going to be risky - and perhaps even a little crazy- but if it succeeds, we'll have cut the head off the dragon before it even gets a chance to bare its teeth - quite literally, in fact."

Noting the look of reluctance on Smiler's face, Diaboli continued. "You'll get another shot at killing that woman from the forest you keep hammering on about."

If Smiler wasn't paying much attention before, he certainly was now. It wasn't every day that he let one of his targets escape him like that, and this time he wasn't going to fall for the same trick twice.

"Now that I can get behind," he said, the beginnings of one of his usual grins forming on his face. Diaboli saw this and gave him a warm pat on the back.

"Good to hear. Now then, here's the plan..."



And so here he was, stuck in the back of a truck, surrounded by heavily-armed men who wouldn't think twice about putting a bullet through his head if he so much as looked at them funny, with no weapon and no obvious way out.

Just as he finished the thought, the felt the truck turn off from the road, and eventually come to gradual stop.

''Looks like we're here... ''

If things went wrong for him now, the chances of him getting out of prison were slim to nothing. He wouldn't be surprised if they decided to throw him in a pit filled with Grimm with nothing but a rusty spoon and his charming smile to fend them off with.

I probably deserve it though...

He heard a heavy clanking sound and the hiss of hydraulics as the back of the truck dropped down to form a ramp to the tarmac ground below them. The standard policemen exited first, and then the guards motioned for him to do the same.

Well, here goes nothing, he thought as he rose, before walking out of the metal cage and into the light of the outside world, and towards whatever was waiting for him on the other side.