Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160821183505/@comment-3293219-20160821212731

It was early morning, the streets of Denver were silent after the howling... three hours had passed since then and the air was still quite cool. Though it was September, so the weather was slowly changing over time...

The group were being transported in a large military transporter, with several seats in the back. The convicts were round up, cuffed at the wrists and the feet and were shoved in the back of the vehicle. It had been a somewhat quiet trip, with no radio signal on the road to keep them entertained, the drivers were forced to talk to one another behind their slate, which they were ordered not to open unless someone was dying.

Everyone remained silent, staring at the floor as the drivers slowly navigated the empty streets of Denver, avoiding cars whenever possible. It would seem that they were coming close to their destination...

"Hmm..." McGill said, leaning back in his chair.

"Anyone got a smoke?"

"No smoking in the back!" One of the drivers snapped at them, through the speaker, getting a bemused grin out of McGill.

"Right, yeah, because I could totally light one back here, with my hands chained together, couldn't I?"

"Can it, smart ass!"

McGill fell silent, smirking as he realised that he'd pissed off the driver already.

"Hey Dougy boy, I'd say you owed me a smoke."

"Fuck, fine McGill, you win..." The Biker sighed, shaking his head in disapointment. He was so close.