Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-26104528-20161229210814

(Glad to see we're mostly in concurrence. To be brutally honest, I have virtually no interest in working on this anymore but for the sake of completing the story and tying up loose ends, I'm giving you guys a final post before I clock out.)

Rasch's communicator automatically lowered the volume as Margrit shouted her lungs out into it. He also reached out and switched his mic off. While the car was full of noise, Rasch's driver leaned back.

"What's her problem?" the young girl wondered.

"Bless her heart, bless her little heart..." was all that Rasch had to say.

"For we have been doing it in mistrl to large companies for 20 years!!"

"Bless her petite little heart." he mumbled. Telling his driver to shush, he switched his mic back on.

"I see. 1.2 million lien will be transfered to the local nature preserve tomorrow morning and 200,000 will be transfered to your businss account at the same time. On behlaf of the Flagg Institute, I humbly apologize for the troubles. Rest assured, the agents involved will be recieving disciplinary actions at once. Please have a pleasant evening."

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"The Stealth Inua we've been using during this operation has been set to autopilot. It's on a course towards Ryujo skyport and your son's onboard. My apologies for the collateral." Rainier said into the comms as he took a seat, steeling himself for what was going to happen next.

"Son of a...now how am I paying rent this month!?" Loretta shouted as she plomped down on the floor.

"You have roommates, how am I paying bills this month is the real question." Rainier replied.

--

(Vale, the next morning.)

After a rough 3 hour sleep in the Adjutant's cargo hold, Rainier, Loretta, Osiris, and Cormac awoke to find themselves back in Vale at the skyport where they started. The morning sun flooded the dark hold of the old warbird.

While the others were still winding up, Rainier walked outside to see Director Hargreave and Lucina Panzier sharing cups of coffee while reminiscning about the old days. Honara von Anhult was also nearby, though she seemed to be playing sentry more than partaking in conversation.

"...Haven't seen action like that since the I-S war. Just glad to see I still got it, and...sorry about the blue-on-blue..." the Banshee said to the former spymaster, taking a sip from her mug.

"Not to worry, it's probably Kaspar's fault anyway." the Raccoon laughed, taking a hearty gulp from hers. "Always thinks everyone has this "sixth sense"..." she turned in the direction of Mistral and shook her head. "Anyway, come back and talk to me when you order the kidnapping of the wrong head of state-" she paused "-that was back in my Atlas days! Not anymore, learned my lesson." the two women saw Rainier walking towards them. "Ah, Agent Vivacas. Sleep well?" Hargreave changed from "sweet old grandma" to "iron lady" in the blink of an eye. "I hope so because I'd like to congratulate you on your work in Mistral. Payment's been processed and the prisoner has been transferred to the Vale authorites for questioning." she gestured to the ambulance waiting on the far side of the airstrip.

"I've also recived word from Driector Rasch and the Mistralin authorites about the details of this operation." she gestured toward the needle-shaped hypersonic drone parked on the airstrip with the Flagg logo on its side. In a world without the CCTS, this was how an international corporation kept communications: drone couriers. Much slower, but better than nothing.

"We'll talk about this later, but until then..." she and Honara went to the back of the car, bringing back three large boxes full of paperwork. One was labeled "Rainier", the second was labeled "Loretta", and the last was labeled "Osiris".

"I suggest you find a comfy spot and get to work. I have an interrogation to attend to, so I expect to see you three this afternoon. Come along, Agent von Anhult." with that, she and the Rattlesnake walked in the direction of the ambulance, following the agent from the start of the story.

"This is why you go freelance; all of the pay, none of the paperwork." Lucina added as she made her way back onboard her airship. "Now, mind getting off my plane? There's some Gryffons due south and I want to dance."

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(Mistral, that same day.)

After a long morning of negotiations and getting shouted at, Rasch finally came back to the comfort of his office. Flagg Protection Group's income was able to cover the costs of repairs to the ecosystem and he now had two Kraken wreckages sitting in drydock. Technically, this had been a pretty decent day.

Now he just had one more person to talk to. He booted up his console and ran the highest levels of encryption he could off of it to make this call.

"Sorority Girl?"

Meanwhile in a dilapidated old motel, the Sorority Girl was packing her things with a fidgety looking employee of the Mistralin Government sitting on one of the beds. The same employee who, through a littel coercion by the Sororrity Gril, gave the information to Rasch about possible connections to Master's Realm and the Krakens.

"Yello?" she said into her phone, retreating to the bathroom.

"Excellent work this week. Your actions have denied our enemy a useful tactical advantage."

"Like, totally! So...when can I like, get my money? Girl's gotta eat, y'know..."

"Check your account for bitlien. It may take some time due to encryption."

"No problem! So, like, anything else ya need me ta do?"

"Negative. That will be all for now. I hope you have a pleasant day."

"Yessir! Oh, like, before you go, I'm, like, getting a new scroll. So I should, like, text you the number."

"Thank you." Rasch hung up and not to long, a new scroll code popped up on his screen.

Meanwhile, the Sorority Girl took her old scroll and stomped it under her boot, throwing the remains into the toilet and flushing them away. Returning to the main room, the government employee was sweating profusely.

"Relax friend! I took care of, like, everything! Your console's been wiped clean, Big man won't find a thing..." she happily said, bouncing the new scroll in her hand.

"Th-thank you. But, what about my family?" he asked, wiping his forehead off with the sheets since he had run the tissue box empty.

"Easy! I asked some of my guy-friends to pick 'em up!" Meaning she hired local mercenaries to kidnap them, grab several articles of clothing, family heirlooms, and then keep them nice, safe, and calm for the time being. "They'll meet us at, like, Bruno's deli today for dinner. They'll fly you out to a town that nobody and I mean, nobody, gives a crap about." she reached into her boot, and handed out 4 ID cards for Atlas.

"Here's your like, new identities. Now, if anyone asks, you guys are like, retiring and want to live the calm life away from the kingdoms. Have fun!" with that, she patted the man on the head twice and left.

(@Jackwasup: I hope you're talking about the Stealth Inua because your post seems to imply that Margrit wants the Adjutant. My answer to that is a non-negotiable "no". It's already been featured in a story set after this one anyway and I have plans to use it in later stories.)