Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20151015172751

''Everyone wants the goodies, eh? ''Ingraham wasn't sure why this guy needed another set of top-tier armor, but there was probably an easy answer. Maybe he had someone else who needed it. Who knew, who cared. Either way, he needed to offer something.

Wait, wasn't the teacher supposed to help negotiate?

"Hmm...Let me talk to my people." he pressed down on his comms.

"Doc,they want something more tangible. Specifically, some of our gear."

How much is ze data vorth to us... The doctor thought to himself. He looked over the gear that he had requisitioned for this op. The only things he had to spare were some of the extra weapons that Habakkuk and Ezekiel brought with them. A dozen Type-50 laser rifles. Discontinued a while ago, but enough were made that they were still used and Flagg still respected the warranty.

Habakkuk and Ezekiel commanders were also listening in. Upon hearing that the doctor was going to offer up some of thier spare weapons as a bargaining chip, the two had some issues. One negotiation later, the two agreed with the fact that they'd need every man behind a trigger they could get for thier mission; the type-50s could be written off as a combat loss.

"See vhere zis gets us." the ferret told Ingraham. A holographic schematic for the Flagg Type-50 Laser Assault Rifle came up, detailing the functions and internals with a copy of the Patent text running adjacent. Requires some pretty high-grade dust, but had no recoil, was dead accurate, and packed a good punch.

"We've got a dozen of these bad boys that you have; think of it as a 'free sample'." Ingraham said to the men in black.

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"Target confirmed as: Night Runner." As soon as they heard that name, Biological Contianment Unit, "Ezekiel" Squad fufilled thier namesake: containment of biological threats.

Eze-3 and 4 immediatly turned and fired on the creature with the underbarrel cryo-throwers on thier SMGs, encasing the Night Runner in ice as it was sizing them up. Eze-1 wasn't taking any chances either; he ran up and gave the creature's ugly mug a right hook with his suit's gravity knuckle. A resounding bass noise filled the room as the gravity dust crushed the bone armor on the head and drove the fragments into the brain.

"Just another day at the office..." the bulldog faunus said to himself as he shook the viscera off his hand and loaded another gravity peg into the knuckle.

"So, you were saying? the south campus?" Fritz asked the officer.