Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-25828117-20180626141018

"Why?" Harry asked as he kept drying his hands calmly with a piece of disposable paper. Since they weren't shooting him and wanted him alive he could stall for as much time as he possibly could. No doubt Gérard saw the other man that had walked in get up.

Cinder found a small aluminium tray with items from a prisoner that hadn't been catalogued and put away yet.

Holotags from the U.S. Marine corps. Rick Deere. That was the soldier from the cell next of her.