Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150518191206/@comment-26130256-20150923040018

"Well, that's one list of possibilities eliminated," Azulius observed, massaging his temples with one hand. "All we gotta do now is eliminate some more until all we got left is the answer."

"So we're pretty sure there's no sister, then.  But something I am sure about is that the last member of GMEL is running around the docks, and possibly into another trap.  We need some way to warn her, get her out of there." The magician looked at Leon's body and frowned at the empty pockets.

"I don't suppose our serial killers were kind enough to leave his Scroll around here somewhere?"

"Actually," one of the city guards began to fidget.

"Just tell us what happened, ace," the magician replied calmly.

"Well, I was on the 7:00 patrol," he began, nervously playing with his tail. "I saw two people running through the forest, but way too fast for me to catch.  I tried to follow them, but all I found when the trail ran cold was a scroll.  I took it back to the guard's office for safekeeping."

"Do me a favor and bring it over here." After maybe half the time Azzie expected, the guard had returned with the scroll. Guy must have been a track star or a marathoner or something like that.

"Thanks a bunch," Azzie smiled, examining the Scroll. True enough, the color scheme matched Leon's clothing, and a faint copy of his symbol was etched into the back. It was, however, locked.

"Say, Stahlfritz," he offered the Eliminator the device. "I don't suppose that fancy training of yours can crack the passwall?  I was never much good with computers."

As the mercenary worked his digital magic, another officer ran over with a computer printout. "Good news.  The port authority just sent us a list of all the 'unlisted' cargo from the past few weeks."

"Great news, I'd say," Azulius agreed, holding the list up to the light. Some of the entries were obvious, such as the Vacuan construction tools, but others were more obscure. The obscure ones were mostly chemical names that the magician only recognized from his mother Opal's toxicology experiments. A few scroll searches quickly confirmed the others, as well as their potential uses.

"Okay, so we've got some Atlesian military surplus exoskeletons, some high-end power tools from Vacuan manufacturers, a small mountain of Dust, and 'Baby's First Drug Lab'.  That sound like the Order's style?"