Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20160708180726/@comment-25389303-20160708220605

Diaboli was touring the wall when a man wearing a patchwork balaclava and dark blue goggles ran up to him. The garment looked ridiculous, but not out of place - It was customary for a member of the Patched to sew scraps of fabric taken from their fallen enemies' clothing into a piece of clothing as a form of commanding respect. Of course, anyone caught illegitimately adding to their collection was executed on the spot.

"Mr Diaboli, sir!" he soldier said breathlessly. "Urgent news to report!"

Diaboli scowled at him, but nodded for him to continue.

"Sir. The thermal scanners have detected a small group of people moving towards the base in sector 2-B."

Diaboli processed this for a moment, and then his eye narrowed. "Sector 2-B?" he said coldly.

"Yes sir."

"You do realise that that is barely a mile away from us, right?"

The soldier looked like this was the last place he wanted to be. No doubt he and his comrades had drawn straws over who would deliver the news.

"When was this recorded?"

"Uh...about an hour ago, sir..."

"An hour? Why wasn't I told of this..."

''It's because you've been inside the cavern for ages. You've become too contented. ''

Typical.

The gang boss pointed at a nearby guardsman with the point of the Hand of Charon. "You there, I want Smiler, Tragoedia and Blanc up here immediately. Also, mobilise a patrol to intercept these trespassers - if word gets out about this place we're screwed."

The soldier looked confused. "But sir, a patrol has already been sent out. They should be arriving at their location within minutes."

...

If looks could kill, Diaboli would have been surrounded by corpses.

Struggling to control his fury, Diaboli stormed across the walkway and into the communications tower located on the far side of the wall. Every pair of eyes was on him as he snatched a headset off of one of the operators and started changing the channels.

"How many men are in that patrol?" he demanded, not liking the looks of panic spreading across the soldiers' faces.

"Just four, sir," one of the operators answered, before shrinking back into his seat under his boss's steely glare. For a moment Diaboli looked his usual, calm and composed self, but then...

"WHY THE BLOODY HELL WOULD YOU ONLY SEND ---"

***

As the young crime lord raged at his men, the old mercenary in the forest stared deep into the surrounding woods. What he had said had only been half true - there had been significant movements of Grimm in these woods, but those were old reports that had obviously not been corrected. In reality these woods had been swept countless times by Decadere Diaboli's men and cleared out long ago.

Surely they must be aware of our presence by now...so why haven't we seen anyone yet?

As if in answer, however, he heard a rustling of leaves off to his left and the light sound of heavy boots on dirt. He motioned for the party to cease what they were doing and formed up his soldiers.

"Ma'am, we should really..."

And then they stepped out. Four lightly-armoured men wearing heavy jackets and large grey masks, all carrying large assault rifles, all of which were aimed at Hector and his men. They were dressed similarly, but had no apparent uniform save for scraps of differently coloured fabric tied around their wrists.

"Hello again, Hector," said the first man, with a strangely familiar metallic voice...