Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180403211928/@comment-24510587-20180406231326

"Yeah..." Wilkes whispered, chewing his bread absent-mindedly.

"Man, if we had a satchel charge, we could get out easy..." Chimo murmured. "Just plant it on the bars there, and bang, the wall behind it goes too and we've got an escape route."

Wilkes' ears perked at that statement, turning to look at the four PMCs.

"No, you'd be wasting perfectly good explosives," he said. "It'd be easier to nick some microfusion cells and rig those together. More of a bang, less of a buck."

"Impressive, hermano," Chimo smirked.

"NCR training, I'm guessing?" Wilkes asked.

"Uh... yes, how'd you know?"

"NCR Demolitions crews are always taught to use satchel charges for everything," Wilkes shrugged. "I learned fast enough that improvised explosives work better in a pinch, though."

"Nice, nice," Chimo grinned.

"You're not NCR anymore, though, right?" Wilkes asked, eyeing the uniforms.

"No, we're with SWRD Enterprise," Hernan butted in, displaying the badge on his shoulder. "This is Chimo, I'm Hernan. That's our Lieutenant Jonas, and that's Gabriel."

"What's your name, then, jefe?" Chima asked.

"Name's Wilkes Walker," the wheelchair man said, upon which Jonas' face hardened a bit.