Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160725203353

"Fair enough. Although I wouldn't worry about the Patched any more. Vale has proved to be too...hostile. Besides, expansion wasn't actually why I decided to come here anyway. I was just searching for another difficult subordinate who stole some swords from me."

Diaboli smiled mischievously as he saw Smiler twitch at the mention of his brother, but he didn't rise to the bait. Behind him he heard the familiar sound of engines in the street, indicating that their escape vehicle had arrived.

"Well then, I suppose that's that." Diaboli spun on his heel and began moving towards the doors, his men following close behind. Waving at Zanipher with his mechanical arm, he shouted over the roar of the engines.

"Until our next encounter, Miss Dragon."

All members of the Patched quickly filed out of the building. All except for Smiler, who lingered there for a moment. Reaching forward, he pulled his balistic knife from the folds of his trench coat and sheathed it, struggling with the weight of it. Pausing, he then looked up at Zanipher with pained, tired eyes.

"We will meet again..." he rasped, his electronic voice warping and cackling greatly with each painful word. And then, with surprising humanity - "...when Decade isn't around to stop me."

On that note, he turned and began staggering away, clutching his wounded throat as he pulled himself up into the Bullhead. No sooner had he climbed aboard did the bay doors close, and within seconds the airship was away, leaving nothing except several armoured vans full of frustrated police and a small armoury's worth of weapons in their wake.