Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160719054148

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While Diaboli and his lieutenants were away, the responsibility for garrisoning the Goldmine fell to a man with the nickname Echo. Once part of a reconnaissance team in the Atlesian military, he was both capable and loyal enough for the boss to entrust him with such a pivotal role.

The initial bombing had certainly looked devastating, but luckily had not been particularly effective, due to the majority of the base being located within the mountain itself. One of the communication bunkers had collapsed and the the wall had taken a few hits, but so far only three people had died from cave-ins, and a further two from the direct explosions. Echo reckoned they'd shot down more fighters and bombers than they'd lost in guards, however, as the advanced anti-air turrets proved to be worth their price as they quickly rotated back and forth, blasting apart any pilot who didn't pull away fast enough.

The boss had warned him that the biggest threat was from the ground, though. He'd set up thirty of his men inside the wall's watchtowers and pillboxes, armed with rocket launchers and other heavy weapons, as well as ten two-man sniper teams up on the sides of the mountain, who were currently waiting for the enemy to show their faces.

As he stared out across the empty field separating them from the treeline, he began nervously flicking the protective cap off and on the detonator.



As Smiler exited the vehicle, he realised it had become fairly darker since he'd left, and the bright light was caused by numerous spotlights trained on his position. Six police officers and who appeared to be the police chief in charge of the station were waiting for him, all carrying pistols by their sides and wearing gas masks over their faces. Smiler didn't blame them - a serial killer like him was the last person you wanted remembering your face if he got out.

The police chief stepped forward, giving him a brief look over before turning to the guard at his side.

"Thank you for escorting this man to us. There will be numerous people who will wish to question him, as soon as we tell them of his capture, but you need not concern yourself with it." It sounded like a female voice, but due to the gas mask Smiler couldn't be sure.

"Negative, ma'am. Direct orders from the Council are to keep this man under guard at all times. He is classified as High-Threat until further notice."

"Tsch, politicians," the chief replied, sounding annoyed, "very well. Bring him in. Interrogations will likely begin within the hour, depending on who wants to see him."