Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160327210255/@comment-26104528-20160521225128

Without a word, Ranier picked the thug up by the throat and shoved him into the captain's chair, the lightning arrow still behind his back.

"Sorry about my friend. He likes playing rough." Rainier said as he brushed some of the scroched fibers off the thug's uniform.

"Hopefully, we can have a nice, pleasant conversation like gentlemen." the archer looked the man dead in the eyes and between the distinct sounds of his South African accent were subtle hints that he was more than ready to resort to "classical" interrogation techniques if the thug wouldn't comply.

"Not a whole of crew here, wouldn't you say? Where's everyone else?"

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"I don't doubt your intuition and certainly believe you, but you're a professional now." Loretta replied, firmly but fairly.

"My roommate once said: trained professionals don't profile threats where they don't exist so we're gonna need evidence to prove it exists."

"Flagg should have taught you that asking politely can go a long way. Let's go talk to Nicky, you be bad cop if he's too quiet." Loretta went back into the main room, a smile on her face.