Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160902215054/@comment-17114085-20170902202426

The Marines held their ground, waiting for their brother to get out of the fog.

When Keiki ran out of the alley they loosed up. "Keiki, I should have known the distress call was from you." The older of the Marines said.

"Albert." Keiki greeted the man. He looked at the other man. "Logan."

Logan, the gruff younger man with a large scar on his face, grunted. "I was three shots into a good day until you called. You'll owe me for this, brother."

"My my, what would Pops say about you wasting your caps getting drunk with some girls." Keiki taunted him.

"The same thing he says to you all the time." Albert chuckled.

Logan grunted. "Let's go, before the smoke clears."