Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180917185827/@comment-3293219-20180927201116

"Well, I don't know or care. We need to do this." The Former Slaver sighed, leading Grant through to one of the back rooms, hitting the light switch and illuminating the room. It would seem that Hamilton had set up some sort of makeshift battery, with jumper cables hooked up to it, that were lay out in a Vault Boy paddling pool.

Placed in the paddling pool was a chair, sat on it was a man in a lab coat, with a sackcloth bag over his head. He seemed rather docile.

"It's hard to do both of these things at once..." Hamilton admitted.