Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180727165409/@comment-25828117-20180925093529

Harry turned off the projector before turning back to the group.

"We still have about 48 hours until it's Christmas eve, in the meantime we're gonna have to do what we've all learned to do. Wait."

"I suggest you get to know eachother a bit better. It couldn't hurt."

"If you've got any questions, just ask."

The tow truck led Gérard away from the residential suburb towards a more urbanized area where small stores and shops would be. A lot of them had closed down however, due to the harsh economic malaise that had hit not just Canada but the entire world.

It made the place look like a ghost town in the middle of a metropolis. Quite strange.

The truck turned into a broad alleyway between a warehouse and a closed down electronic's store. A slice of asphalt jungle beset upon by two unpersonal brick walls adorned with fire escapes at either side. and a dead-end into a chain-link fence.

The parked vehicle then used its rear lights as the only source of light, causing the two men that had gotten out become mere silhouettes infront of them. They waited for Gérard to approach.

Sam was lead down a small corridor, above her, loose wires hung haphazerdly across a gridiron-like ceiling, until it eventually opened up in a room filled with wooden and metal crates and an amount of weapons the bank clerk had probably never seen in her entire life.

Boxes marked 'High Explosives' or 'Ammunition' with Canadian, American and even British labels. all around her.

Peggy meanwhile led Sam to a small workbench in the middle of a row of them where other men and women were dilligently at work cleaning out rifles or pistols. It seemed like quite an efficient system.

"Don't worry, it ain't like a nine to five job." Peggy assured her.