Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20160605220338/@comment-24147026-20160610053708

Burlywood pulled up to the scene after getting the go-ahead from Neil. Her tan-brown pick-up truck pulling in behind the armored car, a little less discreetly than Neil would have hoped for, but he let it slide, he was in a good mood.

She got out from the driver side door, a nervous bundle of bones topped off with a short mop of red hair and a pair of antlers, clearly aware of the bodies strewn across the ground in a multitude of battered states, but wisely avoiding staring directly at them. Apathy towards such individuals that dealt in Dust was usually ingrained in his Runners, it didn't make them bad people, just tired of the corporations and lies.

Between himself, Manzano, and her help, they managed to secure and transport just about every case and vial of Dust the car held to her truck, effectively stripping it of anything of value. Already he was cutting up the haul in his mind, how much to sell, how much to spread around his organization, and how much he would keep for himself. People like Burlywood and Manzano worked for Lien, having no use for the Dust in their lives, so he would have to sell a bit more than keep to cover their wages.

When the last case was properly secured, he gave his cronies a pair of thumbs-up, a bright beaming grin on his face. He always liked to encourage his friends after a successful night. "Good work, team! Kudos all around. I especially liked that initiative, Burlywood. Confidence will get you far in this game."

"What about me?" Manzano asked, clearly excited to be included in the praise.

"You were an excellent actor, and once again I'm stunned you haven't rampaged through the city yet, you big lug." Neil patted the larger man, leading both of his Runners to the front of the truck. Burlywood got back into the driver seat, and Neil waited for her to roll down her window.

"But, uh, what do we do now?" Burlywood questioned, taking a nervous look down the street. As if the police were waiting in the night for them. "W-we're not going to drive around with all of this, right?"

"No," Neil shook his head slowly. "you're to drive it straight home. And wait for me to get back."

"You're not coming with me?" She squeaked out of fear, it was almost endearing. Neil had to bite his tongue from snickering at the display. "W-what if something happens?"

"Calm down, I'm sending Manzano with you." He jerked his head at the big bald mountain in question. "He'll make sure nothing messes with you. Isn't that right, Manzano?"

"That's right, boss." Manzano nodded, a steely look of determination crossing his face and furrowing his brow. "Nothing gets past me."

"Grand." Neil laughed as Manzano took shotgun in the truck. "So, is there any other questions? I'm happy to answer them for you, I know this is a little overwhelming at first."

"What are you going to do? What if you get arrested?" Burlywood asked, the concern for him evident in her tone. He was touched, he always liked it when his Runners considered him worth caring about.

"I have to dispose of the bodies and then burn the place down." He replied in all seriousness, drinking in how pale both Manzano and her turned. If he hadn't burst out laughing, he could have sworn one of them would have fainted. "I'm just messing with you, I have to get rid of the car and make sure these idiots on the ground are found by someone."

That, of course, was a lie. He didn't care if the guards or the employees were dead or alive by the time he left, just as long as they stayed down in front of him and didn't try anything heroic. It was better that he kept such a thought process to himself, his friends didn't need to worry themselves over such morbid matters.

"Now, hurry up and go, before the police actually do come. We're all a little too pretty for jail." He waved them off in good spirits, waiting until the truck was down the street before he began to search through the guards and employees' pockets. Taking their wallets and anything that could be of value. Pick-pocketing was always something he liked to do alone, he wasn't proud of his compulsion to do it especially when he had already stolen more than enough, but at least no one was around to see.