Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160209062713/@comment-25924729-20160306060747

It felt almost anticlimactic to just walk away casually from a night of gang wars, slave rescue and possible thwarting of terrorism, but that's exactly what Laura did. She was too tired to care anyway.

She had the wits to wipe the bottles with a napkin before leaving, as per the Mistrali's advice on fingerprints. With nothing left for her to do, the maid shrugged, waved to the mobsters and walked off to find a cab.

Two blocks away, her ears perked to the roar of engines, signalling a large convoy of vehicles approaching. Cops? Blackbrairs? She wasn't keen to find out. Laura sprinted through the entrance to a nearby park, hiding in the shadows of overhanging trees and shrubbery, until the exhaustion was too much and she had to rest.

She collapsed on a nearby bench, feeling the last of her strength seep away even as she lay back. Dimly, she noted a dark figure walking along the path, and for an absurd moment wondered how unsightly and awkward she must look to the stranger.

The last thing she felt were strong hands grabbing her arms, lifting her up, before drifting into peaceful oblivion...