Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190723001543/@comment-5583506-20190822150959

Shanks barely felt the sting, though he definitely identified the projectile as that of a tranquility dart. He angrily pulled the dart from his arm and started to approach the men in the hazmat suits. He didn't get far however as he felt his right leg go limp, forcing him down on one knee, and then the second leg. Down on his chest to the floor he tried to reach for them, hoping to at least claw one of them on his way out the door. But his vision started to blurry and before long he was subjected to a dreamless sleep.

Evangeline couldn't help but shyly smile. She normally didn't like to be so open about her emotions, but talking to Morgan had made it somewhat easier. Still, there was that iron lump in her guts that she needed to be rid off. Once they were back at the Warehouse she would tell him. The rest was in the hands of fate, but fate had never been kind to her.