User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-7345250-20160613224330

Golden Age: "Heh. If the Claws are anything like that, Gretchen should have no problem smooth-talking her way into their hidey-hole."


 * The griffon swallows a mouthful of pancake.

Gretchen: "I dunno. Knowing these types, I'll have to show them I mean business. That means winning their respect, convincing them that talking is in their best interest, or else doing something for them quid pro quo. What I'll have to do may not be pretty."


 * Flashfire peeks around the corner. As always, she is in full uniform.

Flashfire: "Hey, Ironworks, are you b-"


 * She looks suspiciously down at the floored Captain Orbit.

Flashfire: "I'll take that as a yes...?"

Jane Neighpier: "What do you mean, missing?"


 * The cheap goon on the other end of the line groans.

Bayne lieutenant: "We have not seen the boss in a while, okay, okay? His chopper went down in the middle of Horseshoe Bay, and he has not been seen since. Make of that what you will. And, whatever you make of it, you did not hear it from me."

Jane Neighpier: "Hmm. Adios, amigo."


 * She hangs up and pauses to ponder this revelation...


 * And then she dials another number.