Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140516030223/@comment-25151516-20140523003900

"Been waiting for, yes," he answered.

James brought up several semi-blurry images of a young woman of sixteen in a car, with a frightened and sad face.

"They've slipped up, finally."

He mapped out a route on another screen that led towards the outskirts of the city.

"Street cameras. Facial recognition has been trying to find a match on her for nearly a week now."

He took his phone and Lockpick out of the charging sockets and threw them in his coat pockets before he threw his coat, tie, and scarf.

"Listen, I really need to take off. Kidnapped girl. Probably guns involved. Gotta dash."

James ran out the door and down the stairs, apparently leaving his pistol and baton on the table by coat stand.