Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160406135230/@comment-25924729-20160408064806

"Right, thats all of em'. Move out!" a foreman called. The tired men were more than happy to oblige. Ramps were lifted, equipment packed and farewells exchanged as the ship crew returned on board, and the ground team headed for their trucks.

Lyko stood up, yawned, and hopped off his perch, landing in a graceful crouch.

"Oi Agnus, boys wanna hit that new bar east of town. Hear the beers good, and the chicks, ''dammnnnn...." ''Another man whistled suggestively in the background, and the whole team hooted. "Wanna join?"

Lyko smiled "Nah, i'm good. You know i got a girlfriend already. Just drop me back at Beacon first, and have fun!" he chuckled.

The men chattered and joked as they boarded the trucks, but they barely made it out of the docks before two trucks whined, screeched loudly and stopped. Many frustrating tries later, they still refused to budge. The drivers cursed angrily, and the humoured atmosphere died down. "Someone get the hell out there and see what's wrong!"

Lyko hopped out, did a quick scan and noted slashed tires on both vehicles. That's weird... He had a sinking feeling in his gut as he slipped a karambit dagger into his palm, and looked around suspiciously for the culprit.