Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20160605220338

The cold night air nipped at Neil Huong's face like a vindictive insect, forcing him to move back and forth across the dark rooftop he had claimed for himself. The pacing helped to keep his mind focused at the task at hand, it never did anyone good when he was distracted by such trivial things, it was one of the many potential travesties one had to deal with when they ran the streets. Vacuo was his alone, no matter what other 'professional' organizations tried to say, and he'd be more than willing to flex his muscles and play the pissing game against any of them if the need came up. Usually, all it took was a show of force to chase away the competition, and what better show would there be than to take a hit at the Kingdom's source of Dust.

Across from his vantage point, a good-sized Dust shop was closing it's doors for the night, it didn't look like much; just a mom-and-pop store that would hold a certain rustic aesthetic if one ignored that it was part of a chain of similar buildings scattered around Vacuo. And people dared to call him the thief! It was almost laughable, if he didn't enjoy the title immensely. It came with certain perks and bonuses, such as having good information about the armored truck that would be arriving to re-supply the shop with more than a lion's share of the multi-colored moneymaker.

The radio on his hip sparked to life, interrupting his mental review. He quickly grabbed the offending device and held the button on it's side to talk. "What do you got, Burlywood?"

"Oh, uh, I-I think I saw it?" The voice known as Burlywood replied in a tinny tone, obviously a little nervous about where he had positioned her. She was a new recruit into his Street Runners, and this was her big moment to prove her worth as a lookout. Faunus needed the jobs they could grasp on to, and who was he to deny anyone a chance for some sweet Lien. Even if that meant hiding out in the back of a car, watching the next street over for any signs of activity.

"Okay, did you see it? Remember the pictures we got, it should look like a damn tank rolling through." He was softer in his questioning than he should have been, practically coddling his new recruit. He did it with everyone, in time he'd be a little more harsher with how he treated her, but for the time being she still needed to learn the ropes.

There was a pause from her end, no doubt she was trying to get a better look at what she had assumed to be the armored car. The radio crackled when she responded, a little more confidence coloring her words. "Y-yes. Yes, that's it. Definitely."

"Great," Neil rolled his shoulders, limbering up for the next phase in his place. "Now, I need you to go around the block and park at the end of this street. Leave the engine running."

"I got it." She replied, the sound of her car starting up blurring out of the radio. Neil quickly cut off the communications, breathing in a good lung full of the cold night. He always hated what he had to do next.

Putting the radio back onto his hip, he reached for his weapon, Devium Alastor. The lance practically shined in the moonlight, it's polished silver surface almost akin to a mirror. He exhaled slowly, aiming the lance towards the roof of the Dust Shop, and with the push of a button; the 'head' of the lance was shot off towards the other roof, spilling out a steel cable that quickly tightened as the lance was embedded into the tiled roof.

Gripping onto the handle, Neil tentatively pushed the button once more, and found himself being dragged through the air, practically flying as a purple shadow against the sky as the steel cable was retracted back into Alastor. It's only through a deft flip at the last second that prevents him from being a splattered onto the street below. He plucked the rest of his weapon from it's resting place in the Dust Shop's roof, the head of the lance resting once more on the handle. Now, all he needed was to wait for the truck to arrive. 