Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20151023195852

"I'll take that as a no." Ingraham directed the militia to move to that back entrance. He overorde th electronic lock on the door and took point. Being a service hallway, there was no decor to speak of, but that'd probably change once they got to the gambling floor.

"Now, if I was one of the Grimm King's cronies, Those supllies'll probably be in the vault." Man, I wish we had that azzie kid here with us, he'd love this. He took a look at an employee directory to find his way. Yep, down two levels, through the poker floor.

He could already feel that the militia with him were just itching to get off a few shots. Well, the fastest way to the poker floor was through the main lobby and at this point, it wasn't like things could get any louder. "smash and grab, gentlemen."

A trio of rockets screamed into the main lobby as the cyborg jetted in with the militia right behind, having what was called a "Flagg Rave Party", minus the crazy music.

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"Got it. I've got a few trucks of prisoners from that torture camp you mentioned. tell your people we're coming in through the back." Fritz replied as he sat on top of his truck keeping an eye out for more of the King's men. Hearing that Akari was going ham on a police station where they wre keeping eyes and ears made him a little more relaxed, but he still had his guard up.

"Driver, take us in through the back." he siad to Eze-4 who was leading the convoy. Behind him, a mother was clutching her daughter very closely. He could hear her whispering something, trying to comfort the child.

"Hey, if anyone comes within fifty feet of this truck, Sturmhund's got a word for them..." he patted the side of his rifle to reassure the survivors.