Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190505235456/@comment-5543592-20190518163703

It wobbled violently as Denis' weight hit it. There were about six more platforms he'd have to scale until he was level with the warhead's panel. The stairs to the next platform had broken off and vanished some time within the last century, leaving only smooth concrete walls. To his left, a large pressure-sealed door seemed to lead somewhere, or he coulds always test how high his vertical jump was.

Backlit by red, Shrike emerged from the way they had come. Josey cursed loudly, shoving his duster open and drawing his revolver in one rapid motion, staggering backwards from her.

Shrike lunged, faster than the eye could track, covering the distance between them in an instant, and slammed a palm into the mask of his helmet. Josey flew backwards, nearly losing his gun, back slamming into the side of the missile. He shouted in a mix of fear and surprise--he had nearly tumbled down into the gap between the platform and the missile, only narrowly catching his balance.

"Hanging out." Tanner said simply.