Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180727165409/@comment-25828117-20180925152645

"Put down the gun, Baxter." A third voice joined them from out of the truck.

Belonging to James Macdonald, the man that had chauffeured the others to the base.

"I can tell the difference between a Queeb and a Froggy, and this ain't no Beaver-Beater."

The man got out of the vehicle and ordered his men to put away their weapons.

"Sorry about that, but not everyone in Canada can tell the difference."

James extended a hand to be shaken.