Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20180831104140/@comment-5999656-20180919160502

Farran bounds across the roof, Titania following shortly after. They can see the Director's hired mercenaries taking positions on the ground below them, and an idea strikes Farran.

They're looking for a place where Nobel and his associate would be likely to escape from. The place that instantly comes to mind is a garage of sorts. If they can find that place, then planting a tracker on the vehicle will be relatively easy. But in a facility as large and nondescript as this, just the two of them can't possible scour the whole building in time to catch Nobel before he comes speeding out in an armored escape truck.

Farran leans over the edge of the roof, calling out to the helmeted guards underneath him.

"Hey, buds! You guys got radios, right? My partner and I need to find the garage quick. Could you shoot us a tip from your friends around the facility?"

Titania watches Farran farther from the edge. She's surprised by his willingness to employ the assistance of others, given how much of an attention hog he usually is on missions. Nonetheless, this tactic could save them the precious seconds they need. If it works, then maybe instead of trying to catch Nobel as she escapes, they can be there in ambush.

Titania likes the idea. She looks at her gleaming metal forearms, feeling the weight of the retractable blades within. And then she looks up, towards the sound of a sudden volley of gunfire followed by another explosion.

This Nobel fellow wasn't very good at keeping a low profile at all, it seemed.