Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190701151243/@comment-5543592-20190716150310

"Not for myself." No-Kiba said, tucking a napkin into his collar. "And Shrike is no enemy of mine."

"I wouldn't tell them that." Tanner advised, as they headed off. The streets of New Reno were as disgusting and pitiful as they had left them, and in the distance they could see the Van Graff's compound.

Back at the Warehouse, Josey was trying to make himself coffee, but was having difficulty with one of his arms in a sling.

"Fuckin' machines." He growled. "And where's that gottdamn chef anyway?"