Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160712162700

It had taken three days for Hector to treck all the way back to Vale. Like he had expected, Zanipher and her team had driven off immediately once they had reached their vehicles, and with no settlements between him and the city, he had no choice but to make the journey on foot.. He had been beset by several small groups of Grimm during that time, but it was nothing he couldn't handle, and had strode through the city streets unharmed by the end of it.

Rather than sending a message confirming his return to Daybreak Syndicate immediately, he decided to take care of a few personal matters first. That involved picking up his pet chinook dog from the carer he'd found and crashing at his apartment for a full day and night while he got some much needed sleep.

On the fifth day he decided it was time to start dealing with the problems he had helped cause. He changed out of his combat fatigues into some casual clothes and swapped his dull metal mask for a sleek white one of hardened plastic. He would still stick out like a sore thumb, but if anyone asked he would just pretend that he was a cosplayer or something. At the very least he wouldn't be pulled over again for looking like he was about to rob a bank.

He put together a briefcase full of documents he thought he might need to explain the situation to Zanipher before setting out, making sure to double back on himself several times in case he happened to be followed. Not that he thought he would be, as he doubted Diaboli would go through the trouble of organising it if he was just going to have a meeting with them anyway.

Walking into the reception of the building which served as one of the Syndicate's offices, he explained the purpose of his visit to the receptionist in the vaguest form possible before being pointed to the elevator. Outside of the office entrance, a Syndicate member stood guard, who eyed Hector suspiciously as he came close.

"Mr Mettal. We've been expecting your return for some time now." He glanced at his watch. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to make sure you are not carrying anything dangerous before you enter, though. "

"Fine. It's not like I'm carrying any weapons," Hector replied, reluctantly lifting his arms outwards. The guard quickly patted him down, but stopped when he felt a knife-shaped object tucked into the back of Hector's jeans.

"It's not like I'm carrying any weapons," he repeated icily, his eyes daring the man to defy him. The young guard held his gaze for a few moments, before looking away sullenly.

"Of course, sir. Just a precaution," he muttered quietly, tapping a password into the door's controls before waving him through.