Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-27332019-20190204145704

Alexander's ride has finally arrived, He walks inside the elevator and has arrived at the main lobby. Slowly he makes his way inside the parking spot for armored cars and the vehicles of some of the employees.

As he scans the lot, he spots the red car that was supposed to carry Faust. He double checks it had the correct plate number '731'. He opens the trunk and he sees his old Rocket launcher.

Memories came flooding back, It was a pain in the arse to load but it had its charm. If you had the tools around you can turn this into a giant launcher, The classic vents that looked like a stove pipe. And the paint that looked chipped brought a smile on his face, The rocket came with a bag with warheads, These were too large for his shoulder-mounted rocket launcher.

The entire 'stove-pipe' was far too large to be concealed the moment he walks around with it, Is the moment they will get compromised. He had to quickly organize with Arthur. He needed a wingman to cover each other's shortcomings.

So he closes the trunk, Makes his way back to the same corner where he and Arthur briefly chatted. He quickly grabbed a random book with the title of 'How to calm the F*ck down by Orwell' on the shelf to wait and, Even if the main lobby was warmer than the bottom, He still feels the hair on his back standing and his feet felt like they were solid ice, He kept tapping his foot on the ground, He wasn't even reading the book as he was blankly staring at the paper trying to think and formulate a strategy in mind.