Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20151113210041

"Oh no, they go house to house preaching the gospel or our lord and savior, the Deathstalker...Once a week they sell cookies and I'm totally joking. They set things on fire and blow themselves up." Ingraham said to Noire as they neared the hospital.

Fritz continued to examine the pendant, searching for additional clues. There was a lot of Atlesian gear that the Grimm King was rocking, The good stuff too and the Black Dawn had a rock-solid methodology for smuggling equipment.

"Akari, last I heard of you, you were up in Atlas waging a one-woman war on crime. Did you run into anyone that worshipped Grimm up there?"

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"Your Heathen soul needs to know its place, Mr. King." a scrambled voice said over the comms the science APC had tapped. It soundly vaguely feminine, but the signals weren't coming from anywhere in the city. Definetly a sign of the Order's proxy servers and presence.

Everyone in Habakkuk and Ezekiel squads quietly swore to themselves and went to stock up on ammunition; a criminal army was one thing, but terrorists were a whole other ballgame.