Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5543592-20190808125952

Mister Fingers didn't seem certain, but played anyway. "Very well, three jacks."

As Kayleigh and Shanks pushed open the heavy door from the foyer into the kitchen corridor, Mister Fingers raised his voice only a tad, but it carried down the length of the hall.

"Not much further now.  We're in here."

"No one has that kind of money, girl.  Shrike's expensive.  No, we were using her on hits.  Smaller families tried to muscle in on the weapon's trade, she'd clean them out.  Every once in a while you'd have some low-level two-biters trying to climb the ladder.  Can't have that happen."

Johnny would remember from the outside that the compound lacked windows of any sort. It was a fortress.