Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5543592-20190806214520

"Of course." Mister Finger said, as if that should've been obvious  "Torture is not my only means of manipulation.  Information is my trade.  Oh but you played the game so well, my dear.  I'm very proud.  And now I'll be able to enjoy your company for some time more.  What a delightful victory for me."

"I don't know if I should..." The woman said, looking past Johnny, at the door. Her hair was a light brown, and she was black, with a vague, familial resemblence to whom Johnny had taken the keycard from.

The mutant did not react as they expected. Instead, it surged to its feet in a sudden rush, easily throwing Shanks to the ground, and towered over them both. In the light of both their pip-boys, they got a real visualization of what they were dealing with-- the mutant in question was eleven feet tall, covered in scars and battle wounds. There was as sniper round embedded in its head, stopped by its thick skull; the mutant's skin had simply grown over it.

It swiped across its chest, feeling the fresh grooves there, smearing the blood, and made a noise of pure rage.

"Let's." Tanner agreed, stepping outside the office glancing side-to-side. Seeing that the coast was clear, he stepped out.