Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20161027002533/@comment-24510587-20161104002420

"We would need to get close to him for that," Wilkes pointed out. "So unless we want to wade through hundreds of armed fanatics, we will need to gain his trust first."

Having decided to take action, Wilkes was about to stand up from his chair and head over to the storage, but then a jolt of pain shot through his leg. He grunted and fell back into the seat. The shot wound, of course. The bullet was still inside his leg, and the Stimpak had healed over the entry.

"Uh, Tammannaah? I think I've got a problem here."