Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180123232225/@comment-7262318-20180129210331

Somewhere Nearby...

Grant Morrison gazed up at the giant vault door, making sure that no one was guarding the opening to it.

"What makes you think anyones inside this place?" Brutus asked, folding his arms. "These things are empty. Death traps."

"It's been recently opened," Grant said, pointing to some material on the ground with his lit cigar. "See that rust all on the ground? A few footprints there, people have been here... and I'm willing to believe someone's inside."

"Probably Brotherhood. Or Lobotomites... Or one of the gangs," Brutus pointed out. "We will have to fight if we open this door."

"Brute, they're all above ground. Out there... If anyone's sealed this door off, it's 'cause they're hiding," Grant said. "So we might have some innocent life in there. Traders, or hopefully doctors. Maybe some knights or thugs abandoning the mission... but either way, don't start swinging until I start shooting. Understand?"

"Fine..." Brutus said, turning his back and making sure no one interferred with Grant while he worked.

"Alrighty..." Grant cracked his neck and knuckles, and analyzed the Vault Door's terminal. "Let's see what we've got here..."