Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150625071023

(SHF, I see what you did.)

Fritz dropped his cloak right before cracking open the locker. Inside were fresh magazines for all his weapons in all flavors, extra viton and medical supplies, jumpkit fuel, all the essentials. He ditched all of his stun rounds for the real deal. Ok, lotta fire, ice and concussive can't make things worse.

Fritz sealed the locker back up, just in case he might need it again and got on the move towards the truck.

"CATSAI, get a message to Azulius Cardoso. Tell him this: Azzie, it's Fritz. Long story short, my boss lost a bet I had to clean up his mess. Your folks also wanted to see how you'd fare against a hitman so that's why I'm here. I'm sorry if anything was broken or worse; if you really want, we can spar after the city's no longer on fire."

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Later down the road, VPD SWAT were setting up barricades to try and stop the incoming truck. APCs, spiked and concrete barriers ran across the road.

Looks like violet got lucky. Super lucky. Her rocket didn't get set off by the Order's guerilla style anti-rocket armor (basically a chainlink fence set up a distance away from the main vehicle.) Taking out a nice chunk of the makeshift reactive armor on top. Another shot to the top ought to do it, assuming she could hit since the fanatic behind the wheel pushed the gas even harder and now there were guys hanging out the side windows firing away with what looked like Heavy Machine Guns.