Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Captain Anon]

i wait for the others on the roof of the opposite building wearing some new gear

*wait for comrades and follow them, making sure their mission is not interrupted* i think to myself


OOC: and before anyone says it fuck you i am now wearing this whether you like or not.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I put anthrax in the coffee machine, then go looking for the records.

 

[Sigma Castell]

I wake up and rub my head.
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn."
I amble over to the coffe machine, make myself a cup of coffe, and throw it out fo the window.
"K"
I walk over to the other policemen.
"So. What should I do?"

 

[Captain Anon]

i leave for one of the guys by the exit says *whoever reads this puts this in your ear* with a little earphone attached

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I look out a window.
"The hell is a cowboy doing here?"
I open the door to the record storage room and go computer hunting.

 

[Captain Anon]

i see trilby looking at through a window the same time he sees me i walk up to the window and "i'm an assassin dressed as a cowboy actually" i say before jumping up and parkouring up the police station and wait until the others leave the station

 

[RaNDM G]

"Uh. Anhur."

"... Ugh. Go ahead."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I continue looking for a computer that someone is using.

 

[Paddy the Second]

"Sweet, thank you kindly!" I stroll into the police station and find my way to the records room. I access the files for the Corvette case and lean over to whisper to another figure nearby. "How do I delete things?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"You don't."

They slam you to the floor and cuff you.

 

[Paddy the Second]

As I'm dragged to my cell I mutter. "I don't even remember what my plan was."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I wait until Paddy is being escorted out of the room, then sit down and open up the files on myself, the rest of the group and Sister.
"Just updating the files on Crane and his associates. The idiots drove right into town in a piece of shit Land Rover, then tried to steal a space ship." I inform the officers as they leave.

 

[Sigma Castell]

"Yeah those guys are complete tools."
I spill acididc smoothie all over the computer.
"Woops. My bad. I'll just clear that up."
I try mopping the acidic residue up, but my mop just dissolves.
"Dammit."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

I facepalm at the chemistry failures occurring in front of me.
This is a terrible affront, and I replace the acid-covered keyboard with a clean one in complete silence.
I then proceed to doctor the files to reduce our respective bounties and change all physical descriptions of us to those of people who look nothing like any of us.
"Frank, could you go make us some coffee? I'll be done here in a minute." I ask, smiling.

 

[Saltarius]

"Alright, I'll be the cynical new guy and you be the gruff, no nonsense experienced one."

 

[Paddy the Second]

"So how long will I be in here? There's no warrant out for me is there?"

 

[Knife-28]

"Sounds like a plan. So what's our case?" Knife asks Salt.

Having no luck with the armoury, I head up to the cockpit to see if I can hotwire the corvette.

 

[Saltarius]

"Three druglords calling themselves De La Meur something. Means the Dead Three in Spanish. Maybe if we stage a return of me as Slick, we can get them to send someone to try and bump me off. From there we follow the paper trail to someone close, hell maybe even one of the three."

 

[DotSlash]

I suddenly wake up on the corvette and wave at Knife. "Heeey man, what's going on?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Frank, could you go make us some coffee? I'll be done here in a minute." I ask, smiling.

As Sigma turns and walks away, the friendly officer stops him.

"I just called Precinct 17. Turns out you're in the hospital. Three bullet wounds in your left hip. You mind telling me what you're doing clear on the other side of town?"

Another officer stands behind Trilby, clasping his stun baton in his left hand. A sadistic grin comes across his face.

Now would be a very good time to run.

"Three druglords calling themselves De La Meur something."

Los muertos trío, baboso.