Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20170521035143/@comment-25389303-20170606201832

(Sure)

After a better part of an hour, Diaboli and Zanipher arrived at the cabin. The former had decided to pull up further down the dirt track behind them, and from there they had made their way on foot to avoid the sound of the engine alerting anybody to their presence. By now the sun was well towards setting, but there was still plenty of evening sunlight shining through the evergreen trees for them to see what they were doing.

They paused at the treeline, crouching slightly as Diaboli scanned the cabin for signs of movement. It was nestled serenely in the middle of a small clearing, and had it not been for the boarded-up windows and the overgrown garden out front he might have even considered it cosy.

"Looks clear outside," he observed, now focused solely on their objective. "This shouldn't be too hard."

He turned to Zanipher and lifted the silver case he had taken from the armoury. "This is a timed explosive - powerful enough to level the place. That should weaken the guy and destroy his work completely, but we'll need to finish him off afterwards."

He opened the case as he spoke, revealing four large red Dust crystals wired to a small control panel. He punched in a detonation time before closing it, placing his ear against the silver lid as he confirmed that the countdown had begun.

"You should circle round to the other side of the clearing. That way our rogue Huntsman can't escape after the explosion. As for any other survivors, kill them or leave them, I don't really care. As long as the message is sent."

Scanning the cabin one last time, Diaboli placed the device under his arm and quickly dashed forward into the clearing - sprinting like a track athlete as he rushed to avoid been seen.

Now that I think about it, Diaboli thought as he ran'', this is exactly the kind of thing I had Veneni do. Although that being said, normally I just left him to do it however he wanted. What would he do in this situation?''

Diaboli smiled to himself. ''He'd probably burst through the front door, SMG's blazing as he mowed own everyone and everything in his way. Subtlety was never his strong suit, after all.''

He slid the last few feet and pressed his back against the log wall, setting the case down in the process. He then shuffled silently across until he was right beside one of the hastily-sealed windows.

''Movement inside. I can smell something burning as well, ''Diaboli determined, hearing several muffled voices emanating from behind the wood boards.