Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160316234859/@comment-5543592-20160330235630

"Punch Clive in the face.  See how he likes that." That was the extent of the Boss' planning. "No, I don't.  Not yet at least.  Give me a day, I'm good.  Give me a week, I'm great.  Give me a century?  I'm unbeatable.  But you give me less than an hour?  I can't work miracles.  No, a plan'll take some time.  'Sides, I got a man on the outside.  He's been trained by the best, and he has talents none of us can imagine nor have access to."

Tanner grunted as he stubbed his toe on a rock that he couldn't see. The paint drum was pitch dark, and while he had an eye hole, it did little to help him watch his feet.

He'd approached the power plant fence, and hoped that watching robots, would just think him for garbage. He'd insulated the drum, to seal his body heat from radio and infrared scanners. Unfortunately, it had caused him to seat profussly. So he fumbled for his rubber gripped wire-cutters with slick hands.