Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160219232209/@comment-5543592-20160220164157

The Boss had sat down at one end of the bus, leaning back against it's metal shell, rifle resting along the side of his chest and leaned against his shoulder. He'd smoked the cigar down to a snub, and finally tossed it aside, then rose.

"Alright everyone." The Boss beckoned. "We're moving out."