Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-11588669-20140702041741

Dining car:

Nox stepped in behind a guard, breaking his neck. His pistol was up, and the barrel flashed once. The man's partner toppled to the floor, blood pooling from a bullet wound in his skull. The mercenary stepped past them, surveying the hallway leading into the dining room.

''Something- or someone- is holding their attention. ''

An explosion rocked the cart slightly, making his eyes narrow.

''Someone, then. Potential ally, maybe?''

He crept up, pistol in hand, cautious of anyone. Nox quietly pushed the door open, and noted a few things. One, the lights were out, meaning minimal vision. Two, there was someone there: a male, with what seemed to be a sort of crossbow. Three, there was someone going upstairs.

Maybe a hostage?

And the final thing he noticed were the men across the way. Dystopia troopers....good, more people to kill.

He slid in beside the male, popping up to shoot a trooper.

"I assume you're not with them?" He asked, voice devoid of emotion as he dropped back down into cover.