Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180701181322/@comment-25828117-20180702150223

"For a few hours, sure. It's the least I could do." Harry admitted.

He then looked over his shoulder and out the window to see if the coast was clear and got out of the car. It was three in the morning, not a soul was out.

Harry assumed that the others from Ottawa had already made it when he walked up the wooden porch. The house itself a descreet little cottage. Fairly standard North American fare. front lawn, porch, all wood. One level. At first glance nothing important. You certainly wouldn't associate it with Canadian Resistance, but that was generally the idea after all.

A few sharp knocks and a one more after three seconds later Harry waited. The irregular knocking pattern would indicate he was allowed entry.

It took a while but eventually there was some movement to be heard on the other side of the door. Latches and locks being dilligently loosened and opened as to allow entry.

The door was eventually opened and in front of them stood a proper mexican vaquero, he wore a large black stetson and western shirt.

"Boots." Harry greeted with a friendly nod.

"These friends will be spending the night with us, eh."