Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190207140141

"Hey, Mr Dust! Just chilling out here, you could say... Kinda cold out though, say, did you see any hot cocoa machines in there? A little snack after the mission wouldn't h-.... Hey! Ow that hurt!"

She rubbed her side where the inspector had jabbed her, warning her once again to be serious. He has still bent over his screen, noticing something very unusual happening to one of the spies now...

Jett just stuck out her tongue at him, before clearing her throat and speaking more formally. "Good to know, Mr Dust. Thanks for the tips. The beach is safe you say? We'll be sending a small team to capture the pier, so nobody's escaping that way once the action starts."

"Well, our plan now is to have the main troop launch an amphibious attack. Police boats will drop us on the north and west side of the facility, ignore the east for now, that's just the low priority market stalls. We go straight for the auction where the most valuable baddies will gather when it starts.... 30 minutes right, we'll make our move then!"

"For you Mr Dust, we don't have many people in the auction halls, so you'll be our eyes and ears. We're counting on you man, how many guards are there, and how well armed? Do you see any entry points we could use to make our way in?"

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As soon as they were out of sight, the man exhaled heavily and slumped on the sinks, looking at Sorrel with genuine relief. It was several mnutes before he could calm himself to speak properly.

"I-i-i... i though i was dead there man, you scared me! R-right, yes... im with the police. We intercepted an invitation to this event by an informer several days ago. We've known, of course that Mr X's auction was held regularly. We just didnt know where until now. We couldnt pass up the chance, had to conduct a raid tonight, try and catch the guys here in the act. There wasnt a lot of time to prepare though, we only scrambled together about 50 SWAT officers and some outside help from a P-...."

".....say, what's your name? Could i take a look at your badge again?" He spoke after a brief pause. In his momentary panic, he hadnt considered the possibility of his saviour really just setting up a trap. From what the police knew, aside from Dust Mcree, there were no more friendly Huntsmen in the building.