Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160120005043/@comment-5543592-20160123164548

"An hour.  He'll be in the tower, on one of the middle floor.  His receptionist said to check in at the front desk."

The right turret threw up sparks then squeaked pathetically as it powered down under the hail of 7.62mm bullets.

Carter smiled. "It is original.  Miniguns are American."

He glanced to Petra. "I'm going to draw the turret's fire.  Take the shot I give you."

With that, he darted from cover, head ducked, as the machine immediately set it's sights on him.