Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20150805012917/@comment-24260323-20151227074652

Upon hearing the results from the team, Dirtnap breathed a sigh of relief before replying.

"Good work, eveyrone. With most of the chemicals and munitions destroyed, that'll be end of the legacy of that ship. The world can rest a little easier due to your efforts. This is Dirtnap, signing out."

Turning off the console, he leaves the situation room and returns to his office at his usual leisurely pace.

Thoughts of possible future events resulting from this mission raced through his head endlessly before he saw his office down the dark hallway.

Dirtnap entered his dusty office, and locked the door behind him as he made his way to a small shelf lined with folders, books, and assorted trinkets from his younger days, and pulled out a worn record player as well as a well preserved vinyl disc. The collecting dust on the hardwood desk was brushed aside before the record player was set up, the disc was placed on the machine, and music filled the room.

He took his seat behind the desk, pulling out a cigarette from his pack, and lighting it. Exhaling a plume of smoke, he leaned back in his chair as he quietly sang along with the music. As the instrumental came, he took a moment and reached over his desk for a picture frame almost out of his reach.

A photograph of him, Lavender, andthe girls.

Looking at the photo, he began to reminisce until  the song finally ended.

The End

-Some Time Later-

Dirtnap lifts the phone from his desk as he begins to dial in numbers.

"This is Dirtnap."

"..."

"No, the Borealis has been destroyed along with its cargo."

"..."

"I see, but the massive Grimm that the ship rested on should deter most from trying to discover what 'it' was."

"..."

"It's a shame that all of those samples couldn't be salvaged. Being exposed to the elements for so long does terrible things to gene samples..."

"..."

"True, but I don't think we need any more of these 'supersoldiers' running around.