Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180701181322/@comment-24736819-20180720053137

Despite his introduction, Mr. Black and his companion kept quiet throughout the entire journey. Gérard wasn't that familiar with Toronto to know exactly where they had ended up, but it looked like an abandoned building.

The driver led the buick into the building's underground garage, which at first glance seemed just as abandoned as the building outside, so it came as a surprise when a group of four people dressed in medical attire appeared amidst the dusty scenery.

Gérard had the driver's help carrying Paul to the stretcher and the group of people quickly tool the lead into aiding the patient. Gerry hadn't seen it, but an old elevator stood open around the corner and both Paul and the medical team disappeared into it.

"I need to go with him.", the frenchman still had his concealed pistol without the silencer and he begun to wonder if he'd end up using it.

"He is in good hands, mr. Gérard. Now it's time for us to chat.", the one who called himself Mr. Black commented.

Gerry mumbled some curses in french before finally sighing nand asking, "What is it that you want to know?"

Mr. Black smirked, "Oh, I'm sure that there are some things you want to know as well. We can help each other. For starters, we know why that police vehicle stopped your car."