Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-5426254-20160923043842

''Now that we're back, time to do what I do best. Also, Star Wars. -GL''

While the main group was finalizing an alliance to stop Barnes, the chaos intensified as their friends were locked in combat in various floors of the nightclub.

Unbeknownst to them, however, was an unseen mobster who eavesdropped by the elevator.

''So, they plan on taking out Barnes, eh? Look like time's running out quick. I've got a little opportunity, then.''

He immediately went back, and pressed the button all the way to the top floor, whipping out his Scroll.

"Barnes. The kids, and what appears to be a detective and a Huntsman are coming to your floor. You need to do something ASAP. -Tong" -- As the message reached Barnes' Scroll, the mobster was baffled. Shouldn't they have been taken care of by now? Besides, what was he doing here of all people!?

"Tong, what do you want!? Can't you see I'm in the middle of a situation that's being handled right now!?- Don"

Just as the message was sent, he saw a sight that made him panic. There were reinforcements down below heading upstairs, including a scary-looking man with a scythe. And all the NPCs were currently fighting the kids on the upper floors and the Funhouse. It seemed his fear would push him into an early grave.

"Don, relax. I'm heading up as we speak. We'll discuss the details later."

"What's going on here!?"

Vert demanded an explanation as he was being held at gunpoint by a tanned plainclothes cop holding a badge.

"This is Officer Angela Lamont! Stay away from the boy!"

Vert raised his hands and tossed Order to a nearby table.

"Officer, please, I will comply. But can I please explain everything? I have damning evidence about the kid that will put him behind bars!"

Two gunshots almost made him leap in fright.

''Hold on a second, how is this possible!? I didn't resist unlike these criminals! I even showed it by putting my gun away! Something's not right...''

"Officer, may I ask a question?"

"What is it?"

"I'm a Huntsman-In-Training from Vale, sent here with a team to investigate findings about Donovan Barnes Sr, the mobster! I have proof that he and his entire operation is breaking the law! Why on earth would you try to shoot me, given that I followed protocol and complied with your orders!?"

"That's none of my business, kid!"

"None of your business? You're a cop, for crying out loud! Shouldn't you be at the forefront of investigating this man!? Aren't you here to protect the innocent?"

A moment of silence occurred when she maintained her stance, moving a few inches to her left. Vert deduced that the situation was tense, and inched towards the table, his hands still raised in the air.

"Why does it matter?"

"Why does it matter? It matters because every day, while Barnes is still free, young children are being kidnapped from their homes, forced to do God knows what now! Instead of bringing him to justice, here you are sitting on your ass and -"

His eyes widened as he realized what happened.

"No ... you're one of them, aren't you?"

"One of what?"

"You're on Barnes' payroll! You're a dirty cop!"

Shit, she thought. ''He's on to me. Better act fast.''

She immediately decided to aim for the head and fired her Glock 17, forcing Vert to duck and grab Order. After she reloaded, she ran straight for him, shooting her gun.

But suddenly, Vert leapt at her, wrestling for her pistol. The two rolled over back and forth, letting loose several missed shots before standing back up.

As they caught their breath, they played a feeble game of gun kata, sloppily attempting to grab the other's weapon while firing at their opponent. When they were empty, they dropped their pistols.

"Why!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!? ANSWER ME!"

But Lamont said nothing, staring at his face with a determined look while pulling out twin nightsticks, twirling them for several seconds before assuming a guard stance.

"TRAITOR!!"

As the two charged at each other, the mood changed as speakers played a new tune... --- The Bludthardt/Blutwright sisters were under immense pressure from their foes as they fought at the Funhouse. Things seemed to look gloomier than usual for the two of them.

Brunhilde was having trouble dealing with her relentless hammer blows - she swung very fast and the Impact Dust used made for bigger concussions. Meanwhile, the explosive payload and wide reach of the baseball bat's swing forced her to stay on her toes and play acrobat. And that was before their combo moves forced her back.

Damnit, why won't you go down!?

Meanwhile, Cyzarine deflected every single throwing knife Kuro had thrown at her with the bullets from her Adlig Teufel handguns, but her boot blades were blocked by his knives, and Shiro was agile enough to dodge the kicks while retaliating with a series of short stabs in various places.

Then Shiro caught her leg, and swung her around, tossing her into the electrified fence of the arena...

Meanwhile, Marisol's contingent were spread out - a handful went to one building, another handful went to the second, and so on.

They were well-equipped with assault rifles, snipers, and RPGs.

"I want you to scout the area for any enemy snipers, vehicles and so on," she ordered as she took her men inside the building, heading to the top floor.

She sighed as she prepared herself for what kind of trouble Barnes brought with him every time he went...