Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180527004826/@comment-17114085-20180530211410

The old nobleman nodded and grabbed the trenhcoat he had left hanging in the coat rack by the door. He had numerous straps and pouches on him that would stand out among civilians so he needed the trenchcoat to hide them.

"That explosion, it was the work of the bloody québécois wasn't it?" Johnny asked. He hadn't seen the explosion, only hear it since his post didn't overlook the plaza in front of Capitol Hill.