Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160919181533/@comment-9075949-20161010164256

Maxim took his sniper rifle, and checked its ammo count, before taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one. He looked over at Ghost, who grabbed his vertibird blade, and was sharpening it on a rock

"You want one?" Maxim asked with a clear Russian accent. Ghost simply looked at him, with no sign of any emotion on his face

"I'll take that as a no." Maxim responded, hiding the pack, and placing his hands above his eyebrows, looking towards the school.

"There. I think that's where we have to go. You coming?"

Ghost looked at him, then at his vertibird blade, and again at Maxim. He stood up, towering over the man, sheathed his weapon into a handcrafted sheath on his back, and grunted. The two carefully walked towards the school.