Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160501033839/@comment-27743663-20160531142515

"Big?" Asked Nigrum with one raised brow, though it went unseen, "if it's bigger than the breach, then that's going to be a large problem."

Stating the obvious, he pulled out one of the knives from earlier, twirling it around ad electricity crackled along it.

"Given our natures, I'm assuming you're the bad cop, while I'm the good cop, he stated as he began twirling the knife at a more rapid pace, "if he's that much of a grunt, he might have overheard something, but I doubt it'll be anything major. Still, any piece of the puzzle will count, and if it's true we can use it to contradict false information given later..."

The latter part he mumbled, beginning to speak in that manner of his that sounded like thoughts being spoken aloud. So, assuming Lyko was right, they had three weeks, counting tonight, to find a terrorist plot that threatens Vale. Again. It might have been a bit presumptuous to count himself in already, but it was too late.

He was intrigued.

He stopped twirling the knife, placing it back into one of his pouches as he cracked his neck.

"Well, if that's the case, let's get started."

He waltzed over towards the room holding the White-Fang members, holding the door open and motions for Lyko to enter.

"After you, oh prince," he gestured with a slight teasing grin.