Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161111141858

Once Flint was on board Margrit reved the engine a bit before putting it to full throttle. Speeding away from the hotel and the bike's owner heading straight for the prison. She kept one hand on flint's leg to make sure he was still on the bike for the most part and the other in case of any major bumps or ramps they might hit.

It was a short but treachous ride but the ice and sink holes that were covered by snow made it a little longer. She had to make sure she didn't go on too thin of ice or risk falling into a craves trapping her and flint in a icie tomb.

Along side some rather slippery parts that threaten to cause her to loose control and crash. But eventually they did indeed made it and what they saw was like a scence from a old midevel movie. Where the castle was under siege type of scence there were atlas troopers around the place and some fellow hunters had gone into the prison but never made back out.

It reminded Margrit back when she was with Koray and the gang of the event they called the 40 nights of hell. An she was getting a bad scence of dejavu. "Stay here. Till i come back understand." Margrit ordered her nephew as she got off the bike and took of the helemet and walked over to a tent.

"OI! I thought you atlas folks were suppose to be the best tatical wise. Or are you guys telling me your fancy pants machines can't handle a few dozen or so criminals?" Margrit said mockingly towards the commander. "Margrit Kojote is the name and i am here to take out of your problems." She told the commander.