Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-24736819-20180529213314

"Ah, regarde, mon ami.", Gérard chuckled in his usual happy manner, "The revolt of the people. That is something we can always expect in such situations..."

The two men were enjoying a nice, expensive meal at the caffè near the capitol building where the angry mob was gathering. Expensive meals were amongst the only kind of perks Gérard allowed themselves to enjoy, since attention was the last thing an arms dealer would wish for himself...specially the government kind of attention.

"We are...we're so close to it, Gerry. Are you sure it's safe?", Paul wasn't exactly a coward, but the situation nearby did made him feel a bit antsy.

"Oui, my friend. We are perfectly safe.", the frenchman's thick accent sounded almost like a mockery of what an actual accent would be, but Paul figured his friend wouldn’t enjoy being questioned about it.

"So, who's our contact? I've already prepared the crates and all...", Paul pushed his glasses up so they wouldn't fall, "I don't enjoy to be kept in the dark, Gerry."

Gérard turned his gaze towards his friend, changing his happy semblant into a serious one.

"I mean... you know my record. I tend to get a bit nervous with secrets...", Buny stuttered.

The frenchman kept the serious face for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter, "You should've seen your face! All nervous... Ha! Seriously, though, our contact should arrive at any minute, he wouldn’t refuse a free meal."