Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-26130256-20160303044255

(Technically, they're all just painfully unconscious.  Though it would be tempting to say that guy who shot Laura is dead.)

"Pace yourself, kiddo," Sniper said, signalling another truck. This one looked like a modified pick-up, but with benches running the length of the bed. It would be a squeeze to fit all 24, but nothing like the container they were just in. "I hate bagging bodies that I didn't kill." The rabbit Faunus had a clear smile on her face, despite the grimness of the situation.

"No sign of trouble yet," Mistral walked over to the third container, opting to pick the locks again. "If she wants to keep healing, let her rest for a bit.  Gives us time to..."

After opening the last container, Azulius pulled the doors open to find several crates full of glass containers. Each was sealed like it contained some kind of gas and hastily labeled with some warning info. Most looked to be in a light state of disrepair.

"Guys?" he asked the mob crew. "I'm going to read you some names from these canisters, and you tell me if they mean what I think they mean."

"Spill it," the dwarf pulled out her scroll, ready to Google.

"Phosgene, Sarin, VX, sulfur mustard..."

(Given Laura's chemical background, I have no trouble believing she recognizes the names.)