shit I'm sorry I really can't continue to be in the rp I'm going to be traveling for the next few days and after that I'm working a good distance away from any computer . I'm just gonna kill of my character and leave sorry @Birdsie
when he reached nomad he let jester go the clown always came and went he was just happy he had gotten him out of the way before he had gotten hurt. Or mentally scared that could make the weaker of minds go crazy as for him he would be going back to the station a lot of paper work to file after...
"ha as long as a shape shifter remains a legend I doubt any one will think about it" he says taking the 'child' to point nomad most mp didn't bother him he was a somewhat high rank. But what would they do with the child? well who knows lately they just throw them back on the street but Jester...
he stopped and grabbed his radio "this is 622 I have a civilian forced out side by the conflict permission evac him to point nomad for protection"
he put the radio down. " its monty come on jester lets go overwatch is here and they tend to get a little" he paused looking for the right words...
"your religion is dumb and you feathers make you look like a prostitute" he shouted over his shoulder as he turned a corner. he wasn't normally this unprofessional but he had witnessed this man harm some great men and that made him absolutely livid. @Delacare @Grizzlot
"10-4 dispatch ill be 10-19 at point nomad immediately" he said retreating he didn't like it but he was only a sergeant and had to follow orders.
@Birdsie
he shot the crows out of the air the distance gave him plenty of time to do so. the bullets the raven had dodge ripped though a near by house leaving some large holes. "Sir I'm going to need you to come of the roof and come with me" he said his rifle still pointed at the man as he walked...
he looked at the man walking away really he didn't care thousands of psychopaths walked this street. He looked toward where a tank and bird fought and ran to it he saw the bird rather quickly its illusions, mist and darkness meant nothing to monty "this is 622 I am10-23 and engaging" he said...
"no your sick don't make it sound good your a sick prick who will die if he doesn't put the weapon down and come with me" he heard the sound of the radio as dispatch said something about a flying biological. "lets add the fact I really don't have time for you at the moment so drop the weapon...
"my name is sergeant monty and You need to drop the weapon and come with me before I have to use force to detain you" He had heard about this guy and he knew the man was a serial killer of some renown but none of that mattered not the danger he posed nor the name he called him self he was a...
His rifle was up in a moment pointed at the strange figure "sir I need you to come with me you have violated the law" he said at this point it was more of a reaction to say that then an actual thought out sentence. The guy looked like an old plague doctor this might just be the guy he thought as...
He was god damn monty he though and some one is out there killing people on his watch. He had killed many criminals in his long career but the sick fucks who had murdered these people would be a trophy to remember. What really made him think was why? The only thing that was missing was a red...
It was going to be an interesting night he thought as he looked at the clothing store full of corpses. he told one of the near by guards to double patrols anyone still outside gets brought to the station.