Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20181021114908/@comment-25828117-20181021132000

The distinct smell of gasoline came wafting from under the halftrack. A rather rare smell these days, unless of course you were in the military which had basically declared what little was left in the world belonged to them.

From underneath the massive vehicle Arthur could see two pairs of feet about six meters away to his right. One of them turned towards a workbench whilst the other appeared to be standing by them. They appeared to be talking about some maintenance of machinery.

The distinct effect of heat distortion of a Mr. Gutsy passed them by as it patrolled the big open space going clockwise along, currently at two O'clock. to the right.

Harry meanwhile snuck further in to the other door, from which he could see the depot without his view being hindered by a halftrack.

It was a wide open space with trucks, jeeps and halftracks lined along the outer edges, like they were parked along a street and in the middle, boxes stacked high up almost reaching the ceiling. There were two garage doors at either side of the main hub. All four of them currently closed. So far the resistance leader too could only see the two soldiers working and the patrolling robot for whom he had to quickly tuck his head away behind the corner as it approached towards his position.