Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180727165409/@comment-25828117-20180923124416

Chow was... edible but that's where the compliments would end.

Those who had been selected for the mission were asked to meet Harry in his quarters so they might plan the heist in more detail. Trembley had made his home in the back of an old ticket office which had been zhooshed up to the best of his abilities with thick velvet drapes, giving it an oddly classic look. The fancy mahogany furniture that had been salvaged added to the atmosphere.

The resistance leader had lit a cigarette and set on the edge of his desk, a projector next to him aimed at a white blanket that would serve as a screen.

"Everyone ready?" He asked.

A woman resistance fighter had noticed Sam had not eaten much and she looked awfully sullen for a new member of the resistance so she moseyed on over to check on her.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked, not noticing Arthur sitting next to her.

The man that had spoken to Gérard disappeared into a phone-booth and dialed a number, while he waited for a response he looked over his shoulder, to make sure nobody could see him. Obviously a very paranoid man, but one had to be, in his line of work.

The police officers bid Katherine adieu who was now left with more questions than answers. Samantha AND her boss, Mr. Russell had disappeared. Perhaps she should investigate further. The bank could be a start.