Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150730034251

"Usually, yeah," Azzie agreed, looking through the menu. "But in case the conversation goes off-script, you need to improvise.  I mean, if I'm walking around one day and find myself chased by a scissor-wielding, invisible madman," he added with a hint of accusation, "he's not going to sit and have a smoke break while I think of a plan."

"Gentlemen, do you have your orders?" the waitress returned, notepad in hand.

"I do.  I'll have your Mongolian steak omelette with the salsa verde, if you please.  With a screwdriver to drink."

"Excellent," she smiled, writing quickly, then turning to Stahlfritz. "And for you, sir?"

"To be brutally honest, I was unaware this was a concern," Trigo tilted his head at the second hacked automobile. "I drive a classic because I like the style, but I'll gladly add 'unhackable' to its list of benefits."

Before the enforcer could start listing the perks of his old-school set of wheels, Azulius took his "hit" through the lung and dropped like a sack of potatoes.

"Not a bad idea, but he's overselling it a little too much," Ochre muttered. If the Don had belonged to a younger generation, he probably would have facepalmed. The camera showed Fritz ready Sturmhund for another burst into the downed foe when the city alarms burst to life. CATSAI faded in a video of the hellish flame-spewing Order vehicle hurtling through Vale.

"PLOT TWIST!" Trigo gasped in mock amazement.