Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20180613113045/@comment-25828117-20180613233523

The show on TV apparently was some sort of pre-christmas special, getting the audience into the spirit of December 25th. Which was four days away.

Harvy didn't appear to notice the cat's movements.

Every word out of Sarge's mouth seemed to infuriate the blowhard lieutenant more. But even he had limits he had to abide by.

"Get out, deserter." He ordered after he had walked around the car to open up the car door for him.

"Alright you son's of bitches! This here is a military jail. So you abide by military rules until your day in court. Should it ever arrive. Turn right and march right on down to that door, inside you will wait!" the officer with the night stick barked at the detainees.

Christopher could see the man in the car. A marine. He looked like he had gone through hell too.