Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150807194015

In the half-second it took for the Jack-o-lantern to appear, Uriel had already drawn Lupara and aimed it under his shoulder right at the phantom's center of mass.

"You're fast, kid, but not quite fast enough.  Trust me, I know plenty about sending messages," he shot back, oddly comfortable with their backwards Mexican Standoff. "If we were having this conversation back in Atlas, you'd be calling me 'Your Highness'." He spun around his shotgun, finally facing the other man while ensuring his shotgun stayed on target.

"And it ain't a 'what' I'm here looking for.  It's a 'who', a 'who' that doublecrossed my organization and stole something that belonged to us.  I tracked him to here in Vale, and I'm going to find him and what's mine.  Then I'm gonna kill him, and I'm gonna make it last." Uriel scrunched his nose, as if he was thinking of a plan.

"Tell ya what.  If you know any info brokers who can give me what I want, I'll gladly keep quiet about the dead guy.  Or I'll tell everyone, whichever works best for you."