Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-5999656-20160722201214

The fighter pilots were completely qualified, military-grade soldiers who had defected from the kingdom's army. And it made sense: less pay and held in lower esteem than Huntsmen and Huntresses, despite being operators of complex and deadly aircraft. As they dodged around the air, evading fire from the ground while returning their own, it seemed like they had wrecked the visible ramparts of the fortress. But their radar told them another story: the intricate maze of underground bunkers and tunnels crisscrossing this side of the mountain. That information was relayed to the commanders on the ground, who signaled to their soldiers as the planes retreated to a safe distance, still mockingly whizzing about but now much more difficult to hit.

A couple arm signals and the disruptors were wheeled out. With the flicks of a few switches they were on, sending out electromagnetic waves which would scramble any radar and attempts to communicate by radio. True, the waves were nonselective and affected their own army as well, but they were prepared. As the footsoldiers began slowly advancing, firing from a distance with their submachine guns and drawing all attention to the attack from outside, the elite assassins had scoped out entrances and were infiltrating the base from all vulnerabilities opened by the bombing. They descended the tunnels, easily dispatching any unsuspecting guards in their way and remaining out of sight. Just another mission for another hitman.

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"Zan, we've got some big news. Smiler has been apprehended by police."

"Oh really? Are you sure he didn't turn himself in?"

"Well, no, or yes, I mean - you're right. He turned himself in," her employee sputtered. He tried to make up for having been cut off by his boss.

"They say he's being held for interrogations at this very moment."

Zanipher frowned. It was pretty obvious that Smiler was too deranged/clever to actually disclose any information of value, so it seemed pointless to try and ask him where Decadere was. Ideally the Dragons would send someone in to finish him off, but as long as he was being held for questioning they couldn't exactly lowkey slip a knife between his ribs. The whole setup screamed "It's a trap". Probably to capture any high-ranking members of the underworld who had a grudge against Smiler.

"He's surrounded by security and armed men. Let him be. I've yet to encounter anyone who has successfully escaped solitary confinement and 24/7 monitoring from Vale's penitentiary. After all, if Vale's prison was made out of cardboard none of the criminals would have to hide in the shadows, isn't that right?"

"Affirmative, madam. He'll rot in jail with all the consecutive life terms the judge'll assign him."

"Good. Then we'll let our compatriots finish off the Goldmine; that should be a clear enough signal to future aggressors that the Dragons will resort to war if prodded."