[center][color=fff200][h3]Farce - Compliance[/h3][/color][@Spiffy][@Xandrya][@solokolos][@t2wave][@Old Amsterdam][@Eklispe][@T2Wave][/center]
[color=yellow]"We do,"[/color] Farce said as she put the revolver in her pants, using the elastic waist of them to hold it there for the time being, followed by her lifting her hands in the air at her shoulders. [color=yellow]"I had a contact. He said there was something big going on here."[/color] Farce looked around the room in pursuits of what the main objective for the contact was before finally ceasing her wandering eyes on the office of the warehouse. [color=yellow]"It's in there."[/color]

Meanwhile, Farce's body language was directed at the immediately-located members of her team, trying to get them to lower their weapons and act more peaceful. This was important. Whether or not this angel could sweep all three of them away was uncertain, but Farce was definitely not taking any chances here with it.