Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150615164721

"Who knocks at the garden's gate?" a feminine voice picked up

"A young gardener, seeking to borrow a rake, and maybe a wheelbarrow." Azulius replied, glad to hear the pass phrase.

"Zulie, is that you?" Violet answered with a voice halfway between contempt and worry,  "What kind of mess did you cause this time?"

"No clue sis.  What kind of mess deserves invisible assassins?"

"What?" ''And he didn't even complain that I called him Zulie. This must be bad.''

"Exactly.  I'm safe for now, but I'll bet they're coming around for Round two.  I need you to send the Bullpup to that parking garage on Main and Cedar.  Just a flyby, though, I need to make them think it's an extraction to lure them in."

"I'll see what I can do.  Be careful." Violet hung up, feeling abnormally conflicted. Naturally, Trigo had called her to explain the little game they had planned, but here Azzie was asking her for help. She decided to give it, since most assassins wouldn't be working through the family anyways. As Ochre always said, "There are some people you simply have to kill yourself."

As Azulius hung up, an opening finally presented itself. Somebody turned on a red light before looking and got rear-ended by another car. Taking advantage of the distraction, Azulius  removed his trench coat and hat, threw it around the shoulders of a hobo playing the harmonica, dispelled his illusion, and slipped into another set of alleys that took him right to the parking garage.