Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190701151243/@comment-5543592-20190718210901

"And now they'll go to the wolves." No-Kiba said. "Fitting, I say." He smiled at Morgan. "You know, I like you.  A strong female figure.  There's not enough of those these days."

"Aboot?" Tanner repeated, looking over at the Scotsman as they approached the Van Graff compound. "Turning Canadian on us, Dunk?""

The front door was situated on the street corner, so that the rest of the building extended from the entrance in a vaguely V shape. Three stories tall and blockish, it looked like it could survive a direct hit from a missile. A group of armed guards patrolled out front, some standing guard along the side walk, others pacing the length of the street. Each of them wore military grade ballistic armor, and carried energy weapons. Most were fit, African-American men. There were no homeless folk or gangsters this close to the compound, probably for good reason.