Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
"This whole operation is in danger. I have been followed here by the Vanguard. They accused me of solicitation of illegal drugs and threatened me. I convinced them that I would help them attack this location and kill Axel, but I plan to assist you in any way to stop that."
The merchant looks at Orp with a completely baffled stare.
"The who now? What did you say?"
He wasn't being taken seriously. Not at all.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
"A group of powerful men with weapons outside waiting for my signal to come in and attack. I have chosen to tell you instead of turning you in to them."
Orp hopes his skillful liaison will help him.
Last Edit: Sept 3, 2011 19:11:06 GMT -5 by Orp Boon
The man looks at him, bewildered. His eyes dart side to side and it suddenly sinks in. His eyes widen, his mouth is agape.
"Armed? How many? And why are you telling me exactly?"
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
"They are well groomed and well armed with at least blades. I would say there are a dozen men, possibly more. I am telling you, sir, because I value the service you here bring to this community more than their contrived version of justice."
Orp tightens his lips.
"Can we get moving? They will not wait forever for my signal."
"Their signal? What signal are you talking about? Are you armed? Look, I don't want you so much as near me if you're loaded with something dangerous. Forget that, I don't get paid enough. I suggest you get rid of it and FAST."
The man was looking somewhat panicked, it was quite obvious that he wasn't expecting a sting operation.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
"Are you serious? You want me to let you in there? They'll have my damn head if I do!"
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
The storefront merchant growls in frustration. He looks truly panicked and opens a box on his counter. He reaches inside, pulls a small lever and the wall behind him grinds open slowly.
"Well c'mon then! It's your ass!"
He guides into the dusty hallway which immediately heads into a set of stairs. They follow it down, then to the left and it opens onto a large room. This room has all manner of cargo crates, barrels and other packaged goods. It also houses many mundane and exotic items, many of which look to be of questionable purpose. There are a couple of caged animals but worse still, a pair of young women chained and bound to a pole in the center of the room. As Orp steps into the room, he passes two armed men on either side of the entrance. Across from him, lounging in a large chair is a rugged looking man with a tattoo on one side of his face, with an armed man on either side.
The two women look at Orp pitifully, but cannot say anything for they are both gagged. Orp himself doesn't get the opportunity to speak, the storefront merchant speaks first.
"Boss man. This guy here - well he's A SPY!!! TAKE HIM OUT BOYS, HE'S HERE TO KILL AXEL!!!"
Utoh. All 4 guards moved for Orp, the merchant running from him and toward Axel.
Last Edit: Sept 5, 2011 10:29:40 GMT -5 by Grayell
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Orp drops to his knees and clasps his hands together.
"I come not as a spy for others but an informant for you! I came to inform you that the Vanguard is armed and waiting outside to ambush you. I do not know how much time we have to save you and your company but I need you to trust me."
Axel grabs Orp by the scruff of his shirt and yanks him toward him.
"Vanguard? Never eard of em. Your life is forfeit mate!"
As Axel brings back his hand, knife ready to snuff Orp, the storefront broker bolts forward and grabs at Orp's belt.
"Look, he is wearing this! Stay back, it's dangerous!!"
The merchant flips the pouch open and with a loud boom and a blinding flash, smoke billows into the room at an alarming pace.
Orp has seconds. Split seconds. Time to do something, anything.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
The same man who triggered the smoke trap grabs Orp by his arm, forcefully and drags him toward the same door Orp was already headed for.
"Damn you, you fool, you could have ruined EVERYTHING."
Glass smashed, wood splintered and the yells of the Vanguard rang through the room, as did the yells and shouts of Axel's men. Weapons clash and ring out and immediately, the scream of a man dying shatters the air.
Orp can see little but knows the man dragging him through the smoke by his voice alone.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]