Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20181021114908/@comment-24736819-20181104035446

The scrawny american closed the door, quickly strolled to the other side and joined the others inside the vehicle.

"Where to?", he asked the frenchman.

"To one of our stash houses. We have a plan to create.", Gérard smirked, finally accelerating and driving the car away from the abandoned building.

The journey to the docks was a silent one. Mr. Pink kept his mute, stoic semblant while Gérard focused on driving and Paul focused on staring out the window instead of beside him.

"Home sweet home.", the frenchman commented upon their arrival. The warehouse was filled with several crates, boxes and all other kinds of cases which made it seem that was everything they'd find inside their hideout up until an oldman appeared to greet them.

"Heya, bossman. How do you do, Mr. Buny?", he said.

"Bon jour, Hannick.", Gerry nodded with a smile as he shook the old man's stretched out hand.

"Hey, Han. All is well?", Paul followed after his companion, "Those are Cindy and Mr. Pink. They are our guests for today."

The old man turned to the tall, well dressed fellow and offered a handshake, eventually giving up after Mr. Pink left him hanging and redirecting his boney hand towards Cinder, "Morning, lass."