Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20160216181001/@comment-26104528-20160407234535

"Hmm..." Honara drummed on the table in thought. Where was that place they found last week... "Gimme a moment." Honara told Azzie as she started typing.

"Hey! Sorry I haven't been able to respond. I'm don't get a lot of days off. Tell you what, maybe you could ride along on some jobs with me! I'm getting ready to hit this hideout in the Warehouse District. #14, Guetta Blvd. Let me know when you're on the way.

- Honara ;-)"

Still nursing his drink, the Ganger suddenly sprung to life when his scroll pinged. (He had set a special tone for Honara's number). With a newfound joy in his step, he chugged down the last of his drink and practically sprinted for the door. Completely unaware that Honara had just sent him on a wild goose chase toward a suspected Order Hideout...

Honara slowly leaned out to peek at the guy "eh, I think can handle a few cultists." The rattlesnake then immediatly remembered she had one more person that needed to know. "Daxton?"

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On a rooftop overlooking the hideout in question, the faunus sniper and his spotter/wingman kept close eyes on the windows and doorways. Rumors of an Order supply shipment was on its way in, and the VPD wanted to risk as few people as they could to take it down. Without taking his eye from his scope, he tapped on his comms to answer Honara's call.

"Yes?"

"You're gonna have company in the form of one of my stalkers in half-an-hour tops."

"Excellent. I can use him to gauge the enemy's manpower." the horned-lizard faunus replied as he zoomed out to see the street.

"...sure...Hey, stay safe friend."

"...thank you." he hung up and zoomed back in on a suspected Dextera; moonlight glistened off her arrowhead.

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"So, how was that for a first con?" she asked as she undid her hair and went back to normal.