Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170504012353/@comment-5543592-20170528193123

Bullets cracked through the glass, but the angle was off, and they whizzed past Kheiro. The Masked Man glanced back slightly, and then took off at a much quicker pass, hustling towards the exit.

It was an office that had been turned into a sort of miniature hospital. Stretchers were set up, divided by curtains, and it was equiped with pretty much everything you'd expect there to be. There was even a small surgery area.

The man Abel had called "Smith" was in the middle of going through a filing cabinet when Will entered. He was older, in his late fifties, with gray hair shorn into a crew cut. He had distinguished features-- pointed cheekbones and a broad jaw-- but a hooked nose and narrow, unpleasant eyes..

He didn't glance up as Will entered, but asked an annoyed. "Can I help you?"