Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160722222800

Echo ripped out his earpiece in frustration as he was met with static. The men on the wall had begun to fire - unleashing their full strength at the approaching soldiers. As he was patrolling down the walkway, one of the tunnel guards ran up to him, a look of panic on her face.

"Sir! The patrols in the maintenance and supply tunnels are not reporting in!"

"Of course not! They're jamming our bloody communications!"

The soldier shook her head violently, struggling to shout over the deafening sounds of explosions and gunfire.

"No sir! The manual systems are not working either!"

Echo swore loudly and turned back towards the main courtyard. If what the soldier had said was true, they must have somehow infiltrated the tunnels! And that meant that they'd have to blow this joint before they got trapped between them and the wall!

It was a difficult choice, but the correct answer was clear.

"Retreat!" he shouted. And then, without seeing how many had heard him, he turned and raced down the steps, sprinting as fast as he could towards the two entrances to the main tunnel networks - the left leading upwards, the other downwards. The left tunnel was fortunately reinforced, meaning that whoever had infiltrated the base would have little luck getting in from the outside. The right tunnels, however, were completely sealed off.

At least for now.

When Echo turned, he found himself leading a horde of fleeing soldiers, most of whom had thrown down their weapons at the first sign of retreat and had scrambled down from the defenses. The boss would be happy to know that his evacuation plan would be largely successful, at least.

As the last of the soldiers filed down into the tunnel entrance, Echo watched with grim satisfaction as the first of the invading soldiers clambered over the battlements, obviously motivated by the sudden overwhelming lack of opposition to them. It seemed the boss' other plan was likely to be successful as well.

He took a moment to light a cigarette before holding out the device in his hand, and with his thumb he pressed down firmly on the detonator - comforted by the sudden rumbling of explosions echoing beneath his feet.



"Smiler cannot stay here," the chief had finally decided. "We are concerned that our location is not secure enough to keep him here any longer than is required."

By now only two of Smiler's guards remained, with one of them having disappeared several hours before to take care of urgent business elsewhere. The first one stepped forward and nodded.

"Understood ma'am. We shall transport him to the holding site immediately."

The chief nodded back, before spinning on her heels and walking back into the station. Smiler watched all this happen with tired eyes - his hands still handcuffed and his wrists sore from where they had cut into him during the lengthy interrogation process the day before. He felt himself grabbed by his suit jacket and dragged away, before being thrown into the back seat of an unmarked police car. His first guard took the passenger's seat as the second chose to drive, and within moments they were away.

The three of them drove in silence for several minutes, before the driver spoke up.

"Well...that was a waste of time."

The first guard sat bolt upright, seeming surprised by the unfamiliar voice. "Wait! Who the hell are..."

A gunshot suddenly ran out, and a second later the guard's corpse collapsed forward onto the dashboard - a clean bullet hole smoking from his temple.

"Like I said..." Decadere Diaboli yawned, as he dropped his pistol and pulled off his guard helmet. "A waste of time..."

"Not quite," Smiler answered, leaning forward far enough to open the side door and push the dead guard out onto the road, before taking his place in the passenger seat. "Now, at least, I have a shortlist of all the people who have an interest in me."

"Good for you. Although I was hoping we'd have at least one of the Dragon's realise that you could hardly be left in the hands of these stupid cops." Diaboli sharply turned off the highway and onto a sidestreet. "I'm surprised they didn't provide more of an escort, though. Perhaps they thought keeping it quieter would be safer?" he murmured.

"So? We meeting up with that Helldrix kid now?" Smiler continued, muttering to himself as he struggled to free himself from his restraints.

Diaboli shook his head. "We have one order of business to take care of first. If they don't feel like coming to us, we'll just have to pay them a visit instead." He flashed Smiler a scheming smile as he passed him the key to the handcuffs. "I already have Tragoedia preparing to enter their little office as we speak."

Smiler grimaced and rested his head in his hands. "And here I thought I'd finally get some sleep," he groaned.

Diaboli's gleeful laughter filled the car as the vehicle roared down the street.

Destination - Syndicate Main Office.

ETA - 20 minutes.