Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160316234859/@comment-5543592-20160329230051

A barrel sat on a hill, overlooking the power plant.

Only, this was no ordinary barrel.

It was Tanner's mobile command center.

Well, he imagined it so. It still reeked of paint, and the first ten minutes spent in it had been a gag fest. But it did provide nice cover, and made him seem like just another piece of garbage. He'd painted it urban camo colors- mixes of brown, green, and gray, so that he could blend in with any dark surface.

And he had a hole bunch of hardware store gear packed up. He'd acquired a utilty vest, and had stocked it full of everything he'd need for an infiltration. Now he just had to get to it...