Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170504012353/@comment-5543592-20170511190802

"Roger that." Deborah said. The jets soared, turning in the air, leaving streaking jet streams behind them, and were heading back towards Fort Lawton.

"I'm getting an incoming message from someone called 'Abel' across all frequencies.  I think he wants to talk to you guys."

The Paladin swung the cylinder open, and popped out all the shells but one. He then slapped a hand down the cylinder, sending it spinning, and then snapped the cylinder closed again. It spun in place for a moment, before coming to a rest. The .44 magnum had five chambers empty, and one with a live round in it, and which chamber the round was in was anyone's guess.

"Here's how it's going to go.  I'm going to set this down on the table.  The smartass," he gestured to Tyrus, "is going to go first.  You're going to go back and forth until one gets your head blown off.  The other gets to live, for a little while at least."