Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190417003707/@comment-5543592-20190502231041

"How the hell am I gonna answer that?" Josey shouted back. The fire entered their line of sight. Standing by it, arm raised to shield his face against the storm, was a tall, African-American man. He wore a sleeveless duster over a ballistic vest and military fatigue, showing off muscular arms. A mask concealed the lower half of his face, and his hair was done back in long, dark dreadlocks.

He held up a hand to them as they approached, and motioned that they follow, pointing to a bunker door fifty feet further.

"Alright..." The woman said, giving Tim and Willy a once over. "I have spare gis for visitors, you'll need to put those on." Her tone said she was serious.

The Chairman typed a few more words before pushing his typewriter aside and looked up, meeting Eva's eyes. His own were bright and intelligent, and she immediately had his full attention, as the typewriter had.

"How can I help you?" Qin asked. "My receptionist mentioned something about a threat?"