Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160108223532

The Man had turned his back as he passed into the coorridor and her shot zapped right through his duster and hit him square in the back. A killing blow... had the man not been wearing some kind of advanced armor. He slowly turned around, inspecting his singed jacket over his shoulder, and the two red eyepieces of his visor focused on Petra. She got the feeling he wasn't happy, and that he was reconsidering his order to retreat.

"Carter!" A voice called, that both Soviet and American heared. The Carter-apperant whirled around, sparing one last masked looked for Petra, before continuing into the hallway beyond, leaving her.