Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140706143435/@comment-24487330-20140706234612

Things were starting to get busy around a certain archer, what with taking classes at Beacon, guiding a meditation study group of sorts, and working side jobs for extra fistfuls of Lien. When it came down to it, though, neither hell nor high water would keep Camo Vance from earning his pay at his new job. The stress was starting to wear at him, made obvious by the dark circles under his eyelids, but constant internal reminders of the fruits of his labor drove him to endure long nights, early mornings, tireless work, and grating personalities.

This motivation saw Camo to Nikolai's warehouse on the day in question, although he was a bit fatigued from some late study time the night previous. Presumably with Al in tow, he entered the warehouse and made his way down to the restricted floor for weapons testing, completely unaware of the suspicion surrounding him. Then again, even if he had known about Nikolai's concerns, it wouldn't have bothered him anyway; he had some hidden agendas, sure, but he had taken steps to ensure that they wouldn't become a problem, so the inventor - and anyone else who was wary of the wily sniper, for that matter - could do whatever they wanted. As long as they didn't interfere with said agendas, he couldn't have cared less...