Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160919181533/@comment-3293219-20160924221807

(I htought he was still out of the room but it's okay, I can fix it...)

Sam's knee buckled forward and a shark sting pulsed in the back of his head as he fell down to the ground, he was relieved of his rifle and now found that a man in a large coat, head wrapped in sack cloth, was now looking down the sites of Sam's own gun at him.

"Move, you'll be whistling through forehead. Got it?"

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"Heh, fair enough, might want to make a silencer for your gun though." Doug shrugged, kneeling down beside her.