Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27830834-20180707190947/@comment-25684606-20180713210240

Mildred waited only a bit before heading back to her quarters. She packed what she thought would be necessary: Knives, the gun she had fired maybe one or two times in the last year, a thick, sturdy leather jacket, the gloves with the digital needlers built in and finally, the gene-locked plastee case containing her most prized possessions, the toxins. Once she had everything that belonged to her, she went down to the hangar bay.