Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-24736819-20180530203445

The first couple of shot were completely ignored by the arms dealer, but once the bomb exploded his otherwise happy-go-lucky manner turned into a grimm one.

"Alright, let's cut the bullcrap.", the frenchman let out, "The police will be here anytime now and we shouldn't dilly dally..."

Paul nodded, getting up from his chair and pulling a few dollars from his pocket leaving a substantial tip for the waitress, "Let's go."

The obvious relief in the semblant of the suited man was the final signal that Gérard needed to know that the duo was dealing with some kind of police operation, "Come with us and bring the case."

All three men got up and exited the caffee together.

...

Outside, Gerry and Paul led the customer to the alleyway where they had parked their vehicle and where the weapons were supposedly stashed. Paul was already familiar with the signs the frenchman had been throwing his way since they left the caffee and promptly headed for the driver's seat while Gerry led the client to the trunk.

"Alright, mon ami. Let's do this.", Gérard said, opening the trunk and revealing it to be empty.

"What kind of joke is this?!", the suited man exclaimed, barely able to realize what was about to happen to him... In a swift movement, Gerry unholstered his pistol and pointed to the head of his so called client.

"Test me, connard. I dare you... Get in.", Gérard nodded towards the trunk and immediately he realized the man would not go willingly, which prompted the frenchman to make good use of his gun's silencer as he put a bullet into the man's left shoulder before tackling him into the trunk and locking it.

"Alright, mon ami. We're good to go...and hurry before the coppers get here.", the arms dealer hurried his companion, who in turn slowly begun to steer the wheels away from the alley and into the streets.

"How did you knew, Gerry?", Paul asked.

"Later, Paul.", was all the answer he got.