Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131011025520

The click-clack of a pistol slide echoed throughout the room. The hiss of steel being slid into leather soon followed. And a small magnetic sound rounded out the symphony of preperation. The cool night air helped the sounds travel, meaning he'd have a small window of oppertunity to get this done.

Midnight eyes looked over the contract in his hands. The job was rather simple: go in, remove the opposition, retrieve the VIP, and walk out. The problem was the amount the client was paying: a fund that was better suited towards a Shock Op, not one this easy.

And that's why he was geared in armor. He'd most likely gotten sloppy against human opponents, so the extra defence would be useful.

Nox stood up, and placed his helmet on his head. He was just about to go, before the sound of footsteps reached his ears.

''...not amused, karma. Not amused.'' 