<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/i8jllq4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Arthur Stahl<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021 | 11:20PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE engineering Bay>Black District<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mentions: Toshiro<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Getting into gear<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Long sleeved shirt and matching slacks, both a bit oil stained.<br/><hr/><br/>When people were in danger, the rules of the roads were more safety guidelines than actual rules. Sure - he mostly followed them but hauling ass through a red light or five wasn't going to kill anyone (probably). he knew how to drive and how to be careful, and despite the streets being a little packed he was able to weave through traffic with only a little bit of dangerous recklessness. The rest of it was perfectly controlled, even the almost crash he swerved out of at the last moment. Arthur was totally not sweating bullets, hearing the loose gear and weapons in the back sliding around given he hadn't secured it. This was just standard procedure, nothing unusual to see and certainly nothing that he would get written up for - afterall, he could just claim it was an emergency! And to his credit, it definitely was. At least, that's the impression he got from Toshiro. "C'mon c'mon..." A few few angry honks later and with maybe one or two skidmarks on the road from an exceptionally tight turn, and he was in the Black District. All he had to do, was link up with Toshiro and see how bad the situation had gotten. If he was being honest with himself? It was probably pretty fucking bad if he got called in to something so direct.<br/><br/>But that didn't matter! He was a SOPHE agent, and he was going to wear that flag proudly (And doubly so in case the cops were on his tail) no matter what. And eventually, he found it. parking right behind it, his knuckles were still a little white as they unclutched the wheel, a one of them running through his silvery hair as he leaned back into the seat. "OK! That was easy." Once he had his seat belt off, he scrambled into the back, picking up as much of the loose equipment as he could. Weapons, a first aid kid, equipment, all of it bundled up into a tightly wrapped pair of arms as fumbled with one finger to undo the hach of the van and hop out. A moment or so later, there was a sharp, and rather distinct hammering on Toshiro's van. "Toshiro! It's Arthur, I arrived as fast as I could and with what I could. Could you uh - could you open the door for me?" The moment the door was open, he soon sprawled inside as he did his best to clamor in, giving the man a smile. "Okay, I'm not often called to the front and I think I heard that last bit of the distress call. I'm taking it shit has hit the fan, right?"<br/><br/>"I'm not sure how much all of the stuff I brought will help but I tried to make sure I brought as much as I can with me." he sort of threw things in without really thinking very hard about it, but he was certain he had brought enough useful stuff that they could form out some sort of plan. "If I'm needed to fight, I'm pretty sure I can provide some support firepower too. But I'm taking it the actual frontline is hosed?"