Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131102191203/@comment-25151516-20140427040058

Holmes stood by a corner, viewing a map of the Mondus Operandi building on his phone, with his scarf covering his mouth and nose. The green blip was Julian, red blips were property guards, and James was the silver.

As Julian laid his C4, white blips followed their placement. This was the time to take out the guards. With the patterns of the guards' patrols mapped out in his mind, James knew when they would be at their closest to each other. The moment they were, he started to move drunkenly towards the first guard, slurring nonsense and waving his arms around.

This attracted the attention of several nearby guards that came to escort him off of the property, to which Holmes responded by shouting angrily at them and punching one in the face. The guards in turn tried hitting James in the stomach with the stocks of their assault rifles. When they did, a gas erupted from his sleeves and found itself being breathed by the guards and knocking them unconscious. Except for Holmes, who's scarf filtered the bits of air that he breathed.

"Morons," he said as he removed the contraption from beneath his coat, walking in to where the other guards were.

At least Julian's area was cleared of any that would see him.