Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24261822-20140730022748/@comment-24261822-20140917032618

Cole chuckled at the impossibility it would be to make a list of potential threats.

"Is not that simple. People here can give wrong look and want to kill you; I'm only telling you what I believe to be likley answer. Just remember: nothing here is as seems."

Satisfied with the system up and rebooting, Cole made his way to his office. Using his whip to unlock it similarly to way the front door did, he looked back towards the group.

"Make selves home for while, I have... records to find."

With that the door shut behind him, and cole entered his office: the tourture chamber.

A simple concrete room with various shades of brown and red from it's earlier participants, the room held a table that could stand on end or lie parallel with the ground, a rolling trolley with a plethora of various tools of the trade, and a lone filing cabinet in the corner, filled with handwritten notes; Things that were too risky to be put onto some computer to be hacked away by those who would steal it.

Cole sucked in a deep breath of the stale and faintly bloodstained air. It was time to get back to work.