Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25727671-20150311030432/@comment-26157988-20150316053101

Basil ignored the gunfire and continued to run for his objective. He reached the end of the hallway kicked in the lock to the cargo bay door, without losing stride. The door swung open, revealing a small metal balcony overlooking the hold and a set of straight stairs down to the bay floor. As he steps into the room, several armed guards opened fire on Basil. He instinctively picks up the carrier and blocks her with his body as he runs down the stairs behind crates for cover.

"Ok," he says while catching his breath. "I saw about fifteen of those guys. Think there are more?"

The carrier just stared at him, shaking and hyperventalating. He sighed, realizing she's too spooked to even think straight. Peeking out from cover, he saw that the room was lit by several hanging bulbs from the ceiling. He also managed to spot a large and heavily fortified metal crate, probably the special cargo. A bullet whizzed by his head as he quickly returned to the shadows behind his crate.

"Ok, if I cut out the lights, do you think you could run to the metal box on the other side of the hold?"

"U-uh," she stammered, "Y-y-y-yes, s-s-sir. I can try."

"Good!" Without warning, he vaulted over the crates into the fray.

"S-sir! W-wait!"