Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25129884-20160107002037/@comment-26210095-20160107123719

One of the terrorist's leader's men gets a transmission. Their shipment of the highly valuable drug, spice, has arrived. Their "messenger" is approaching as they speak.

Five minuites later, a man and a woman walk, carrying a briefcase full of spice ; enough to live in luxury for the rest of your life. The woman is scantily clad, with two pistols and a knife in her hand. She is drop dead gorgeous, with red hair and emerald green eyes, and gives Michael a smile as she passes. The man is dresses in some kind of spacesuit, with a cloak over his features. You catch a glimpse, though. Olive skin, black hair, and hazel eyes. He has some kind of filter pumping something through his nose, and into the spacesuit.