Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5543592-20190809153432

Shanks' keen nose took them back through the darkest part of the forest. Gradually, as they headed further west, the trees thinned out once again. On the very edge of the forest, they could see a truck covered with a tarp.

"It was your idea, sweet pee." Tiaret said, fiddling with the remote. The TV buzzed on and she flicked through the channels. "Get those Crimson Caravan idiots to do the work for us.  If we killed their competitors, and they ours, no one'd suspect collusion.  And then we make people think it's the Legion with a few false leads."

"Mr. Van De Poorter." Miller entered into the office behind Willy, a middle-aged woman with short brown hair in tow. She had a serious but not unkind face.

"This is Doctor McConnell. She's here to help you."

"Hello, Willy." The woman gave the spy friendly smile, stepping forwards and offering him a hand. She wasn't dressed like one would expect a doctor, in jeans and a patterned blouse, but it must've been so.

"We need to find a way out of here." Tanner muttered, looking around.