Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180221180401/@comment-7262318-20180224225646


 * Timeskipping along now!*

Before Wilkes handed the chip over and before Daniel could make any other movement to grab it, they heard a gun click. If Daniel were to look to his left, he would see an old man, scarred up and looking genuinley tired of finding himself in these situations, in a worn duster with bullet-proof armor. The gun pointed was a Sequioa, designed to blow brains 50 miles across the barren deserts. And by the gunman's side, a dog. A very joyous-filled dog, apparently.

"You are sure as shit a terrible leader," Grant grunted at Wilkes. "Now, you, fella. Let those two walk over here or you're gonna be leakin' lead out of your ass."