Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180701181322/@comment-24736819-20180717232500

Gérard had experienced this situation before in the war. He knew a thing or two about first aid and promptly got to work, so he could enhance Paul's chances of surviving. The frenchman was too busy taling care of his friend that he didn't even realized the black buick stopping by.

"We meet again, mr. Gérard.",the frenchman quickly turned around with the intent of shooting whoever that was dead, but stopped himself after gazing upon the intriguing scenery.

A short, sharply dressed man was pointing his gun at Gérard alongside three other men, who were just as well dressed as the first one. Gerry recognized two of them from the bathroom at the roadside diner.

"We see you finally managed to get your friend in a tight spot, huh?", the short man smiled and put away his gun once he saw Gérard lowering his own weapon, "Wise man. We can help but you'll need to come with us."

Gérard squinted, looking at the four sharply dressed men then to his dying friend, "Alright...", he whispered.

The short man, who clearly was the leader of the pack nodded and two of his men rushed to aid Gérard in bringing Paul to the backseat of the Buick while the third got back in the driver's seat, "You know what to do, gentlemen."

After saying those last words, the short man entered the car and nodded to the driver, whom almost immediately accelerated the vehicle. Two of the sharply dressed men stayed back at the scene to clean up the mess.

"Finally, we'll be able to speak, eh?", the short man commented, "You can call me Mr. Black."