Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-11588669-20140803155028

"Nixia. Mind lending a hand?" Nox asked quietly so only his partner could hear. Knowing what her response would be, he focused his attention on the bodies at his feet. Kneeling down and sifting through the armor and other assorted goods on their persons, the mercenary found a scroll on one.

''Hopefully there's more info on the nuke in this...a nuke, on a passenger train. What idiot was hyped up on Rusty-Dust when they decided that?!''

"I have no qualms killing those who would enslave others to their whims, or who would casually murder civilians. They're unprofessional, pointless, and a complete waste of life." He opened the scroll, snorting inwardly. No password, no protections.

''What an amateur. ''He began perusing the contents. Numbers, operatives, why, how, where, anything that would help were his targets. Unfortunately, the trooper on had some logistics.

''Hmm...a hell of a lot of troopers, looks like a few upper level operatives...oh this is interesting...Beacon Academy Student....and a mercenary? Hmm...the Black Pheonix...heard of him once or twice. Decent merc, but takes a bit too much time in women to focus on his work. Good, but sloppy. ''

He shut the scroll and set it on the floor in front of him. His boot smashed into it seconds later, obliterating the device and any info it had on it. Standard proceedure with databases. He byepassed the vigilante in front of him, giving him no heed.

Nox was headed right towards the trooper. He turned the man over, takin a few weapons straps from the Dystopia member's body, and tied both his hands and his thumbs together, repeating the action with his ankles. He finished it by looping the makeshift rope around the three knots and tightening it.

The mercenary had a job to do. And he'd be damned if it was ruined by some grunt they left behind.