Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170803235955/@comment-3293219-20170822124807

"That ain't all we should share." McGill grinned as he lay back, glancing up to the light above his head.

It felt... strange to finally be in this situation, finally in a place where they were...

Safe...

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By this point, everyone who had made it to the Vault returned to the Atrium for a headcount. It would seem that those not with the group, in the school, hadn't found them and thus, they were forced to go on.

On some level, there was relief that they were finally in a place where Casamir couldn't reach them, however, Casamir was still out there... The threat of his presence alone would drive the decisions made in the coming days.

Decisions that will determine the success or failure of Project Cook...

A meeting was called, a week after they arrived in the Vault, Tamannaah had called it and had used the slightly less grating PA system to summon everyone. She sat, scrawling in her notebook, trying to think of new plans, that were outside the box. However, there seemed to only be two options...

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Squanto awoke in Harriot's bed, lifting his head to look around. He had been out of the infirmary for three days now and was looking rather well.

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McGill awoke in his quarters, knocking some sense into himself with a shot of whiskey as he rolled out of bed, reaching over for his army shirt and digging his way into it.

He got the feeling that this was going to be a long day...