Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20151212055542/@comment-26104528-20160603183008

"Director Cardiffson, with all due resp-" Eze-1 began speaking until his second-in-command Eze-2 held a hand up.

"With all due respect, cap'n" the other man spoke in a distinctly glasgowian accent, "I know who Cardiffson was b'fore he became a director."


 * beat*

"And believe me, be VERY glad he's on our side." Even through the mirrored visors of the BCU Haz-com suits, the sincerity of the man's words were clear as crystal.

Without any dialogue worth noting, the Flagg team packed up thier equipment and began removing all personal items from the vehicles they were about to use. Car-afficienados need not worry, all the vehicles chosen were thouroughly unimpressive makes and models. Fortunatly, there was some contact information to be found on the registration papers. The following message was delivered.

"Dear sir/madam,

''Your vehicle was commandeered by agents of Flagg Institute, Inc. Any and all personal items have been given to VPD for safekeeping. Please contact them to recover your vehicle from an impound lot or bring this message to us to recover monetary compensation. ''

We humbly apologize for any and all inconviences this may have caused for you."

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"Permission to speak freely, sir?" Hab-3 asked as he sat hunched in the front seat of the car.

"Granted" Colby replied as he stomped on the accelerator, only for the tiny little car to lurch forward like an overloaded golf-cart.

"Of all the cars they had, why'd you have to pick this one?" Hab-3 griped.

"Well...would you expect a baby-blue prius, with a Burnie Sanders bumper sticker nonetheless, to drop off a heavily armed gang of soldiers?" Colby said as he adjusted the transmission once more to compensate for all the added weight.

"No, but I kinda made a promise to myself I wouldn't be caught dead in a crate like this." Hab-8 said from the back seat, squished against her teammate/twin sister Hab-7.

"Aw, when have I ever steered you kids wrong?" Colby turned to face the two female members of his team.

"He says as he's about to HIT A JAYWALKER!!" Hab-3 called out and Colby hit the brakes just in time, the Prius making horrible screeching noises all along the way. Naturally, the bear faunus extended a certain finger towards the random pedestrian.

"Whoa, whoa. Colby, remember the last time you flipped someone off?" Hab-7 finally spoke up, struggling to uncross her legs in the cramped back seats.

"Yeah, yeah, giant black demon tentacle semblance, right out of a bad anime..." he sighed as he slammed the accelerator once more, only for the same slow build-up of speed. "Fuck this city. Up the ass. With a big rusty pole. Or a splintery post..."

several banter-filled minutes later...

Now parked about two blocks from the marked place, the Flagg team waited in each of thier vehicles for Trigo's signal to storm the building. Eager hands rested on the latches for the doors.

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Meanwhile in Vacuo...

"Small arms are already avaliable in Vale. I've heard reports of certain criminal elements in Remnant possesing heavily armed ariships and spider droids..." Shiller spoke as he walked toward one of the greyed-out windows of his office.

"It's only fair that we one up them, wouldn't you say?" with a wave of his hand, the window became transparent once more to reveal what could have easily been mistaken for an Atlesian Army depot. 12 shining Qiqirn tanks and 9 Caribou APCs sat in the courtyard. Techicians could be faintly seen doing last minute inspections to the engines and weapons. Above Flagg's army, a small fleet of Inuas and Angutas floated up into view and sped over Shiller's office in Vale's direction.

"These will be joining the armored units already at Coronado. I'd move them myself, but our airships are pre-occupied with other projects."