Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25857155-20150822020432/@comment-5426254-20150921004205

The situation was not looking good at all fronts. And Sable had it the worst.

''FUCK ... THAT BITCH IS GOING DOWN ... GGHH!!''

While he still had his fingers near the trigger of his weapons, the constriction of the wires on his body and their excruciating pain of being electrocuted in that wiretrap prevented him from doing so.

And that wasn't all. When he heard that he and everyone in the cafe were going to be locked in a freezer, his fury increased tenfold as he was carried away... -- As much as Sable was not happy, neither was Pieter. He had seen his leader carried off into the back of the freezer. If they tried to shoot, three quarters of the group was going to be blown to bits, if not freeze to death.

He was also frustrated at how he didn't set up a plan that took into account the wires that restrained the crew, even though he suspected some sort of trap.

''Still, at least it was good intel. Now how am I going to get the others free?''

"Vert, Ash," Pieter quietly radioed. "It's up to you two to watch the cafe. You need to decide which one of you takes charge, and what the two of you are going to do. I'm sure you're all aware of what happens to the others if you just blindly shoot her, right?"

"Copy that," came the response.

"Lyko, you there?"

When Lyko gave his response, Pieter cracked a smile.

"Good, then just hold tight. I'll be making my way over to you. If you see any of her goons, feel free to kill them."

Pieter then peeked over the car he stood behind.

Good, the coast is technically clear.

He crouch-walked onto the sidewalk a few metres to his right, snuck to the next car, and waited for a car to pass before crossing the street.

As he made his way to an alley, he had resolved to save his leader, and his friend ... -- Vert was furious that Selena had the upper hand once more. But it only made him doubly resolved to kill her.

''The problem is when and where to do it ... If I shoot now, they're dead, and she'll get away.''

He made a mental note of what she looked like; dressed in black, wore a mask, white hair, used shiny wires.

He also made another note, that she only blocked their projectiles when she wore the grey mask, and restrained the gang when she used the black mask.

''This means that she uses a disciplined practice of using color-coded masks for different tasks. Heh. I'm doing a rhyme to describe this crime.''

As he scoped in once more, he saw Selena talking to a tattooed girl with bruises, bandages, in a red outfit with another white cloak, apparently named Vale.

''Who the fuck names their kid Vale? Some psycho patriot? Or a brain-dead moron? But I guess that's for later ...''

"Hey Ash," Vert whispered as he stood next to him. "There's something odd about her masks. Like how they are color-coded every time she does something?" -- Two of the White Truth mooks were in the back streets having a smoke.

"Heh, this is so easy. I betcha right now, these pussies are going to run away and cry, now that they can't save their pals, or shoot, or doing fucking anything!"

As the two gave a boisterous laugh, they were unaware that Pieter had climbed a fence, and was now eavesdropping on them next to a dumpster.

When one of them headed towards the cafe, the other decided to toss out the cigarette in the dumpster. While Pieter froze up, he also noticed that the grunt didn't see him and proceeded to turn around.

As the grunt walked back, he snuck up behind for a silent chokehold.

''Hm. A mask and a cloak. This will be convenient.''

As his buddy went back, he saw what he thought was his friend ...

"So, ya ready to do this?"

... and received a kick to the nuts, a punch to the face, and a slash to the throat.

"Why, yes I am." Pieter mockingly replied in a sarcastic postmortem.

He proceeded to sneak up and slaughter half a dozen goons using his disguise, his CQC training, and Innocence's guandao blade. It was quite easy for him based on their skill level.

When he approached the back entrance of the cafe, he saw a pile of bloodied corpses wearing the identical uniform, before being knocked down on the ground by a man with spiked white hair and a bloodied white trenchcoat.

Wait, why is he - oh shit, I forgot!

"Lyko! It's me! Pieter!" the disguised Huntsman trainee harshly whispered.

As Lyko and Pieter stood up, Pieter took off his disguise.

"Thank God you're still here. I hope you're ready to commit, because our friends are in the freezer on the verge of being blown to smithereens."

But as he quietly twisted the doorknob, he could see Lyko's savage grin as he twirled a bloody karambit on his finger. -- As Selena was busy chatting it up with Vale, she received an alert from one of the whitecoats.

"Lady Schiess, we're losing contact with some of our men in the back. I'm receiving a sitrep that they found several bodies lying in a pile," the rank-and-file grunt nervously reported.

"Then take care of it before I do," Selena harshly replied.

She sighed as she continued her conversation, all while planning her next move.

''As much as I'd like to pin the tail on the donkey, I can't. I don't know who these fucking party crashers are, and I'd have to watch out for the angry neighbours across the street. Not to mention I can't let one of our more distinguished guests get hurt. This party is going south soon, and as the guest of honor, I can't let that happen.''