Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20160517052421

"Well, wow," Azzie whistled at the news. He had imagined getting out of prison early through any number of reasons, but just being let go? It felt almost anti-climatic. But still, he was out as soon as his injuries were healed. Good thing he was a fast healer...

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About a month later...

Azulius Cardamom was in a rut. He had already binged all the shows he'd missed, met up with his girl again, and even wrote a (unpublished) memoir about his time behind bars. But it seemed like Vale PD had someone watching him, and he didn't dare plan any jobs while he was being watched. But like he had told Officer Black, heisting was in his blood, and not doing it was killing him inside. Was there a way to use his talents outside of crime? His mind drifted back to his conversation with Wolfe during a game of blackjack...

''What did he say again? Something like 'If the roles were reversed, that you never were into the life of crime, you'd do great things', I think...''

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Two more weeks later...

Ever since war had been declared, the Valean Intelligence Agency headquarters had been a frenzy of activity, trying to take hold of every bit of information they could, check its accuracy, then send it to the generals in the field. Even the woman at the front desk seemed almost too busy to notice the man in the blue pinstripe suit who walked in the front door.

"Excuse me, dollface, but I need to talk with whoever's in charge here," he asked, his Vacuan accent out of place in the VIA lobby. With a smile, he dropped a small flash drive on the counter, the gold-leafed logo of its owner shining like a star.

"How much do ya think they'd pay me if I could steal a war?"