Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150724201615

Azulius whistled. "That's some haul!  Back when..." he decided too late to remain silent about his ties to the Harlequins, just in case the Eliminators had a warrant out for them,  "Back before Beacon, I would have killed for the chance of that kind of a payday.  They just don't make 'em like they used to."

Stepping inside the safehouse, Azzie looked around. Points for not being too suspicious, but it clearly wasn't lived in the way it should. "So, this is either the most well-concealed safehouse I have ever seen, or the least-impressive one," he wondered out loud, randomly moving books and poking floor panels to find the secret passage. "But it's got an innocence to it that I like.  If I were looking for an Eliminator's secret base, I wouldn't think of looking here."

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"So," Ochre questioned after another few minutes of video, "Azulius is heading for a local parking garage.  It's nowhere near his usual haunts, nor are there any family assets he can call upon.  What is the boy thinking."

"I'll bet that's his plan," Trigo pointed to the sprinklers. "Just have to lure Stahlfritz onto the floor, and then--" the crash of the car, combined with Azulius jumping out of a concrete column cut short his armchair fighting. "Make it rain so he can see who he's shooting at."