Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32600226-20181231192754/@comment-25684606-20190129140609

Bando slipped into a coat herself and leaped off the bed of the truck, taking a quick, sweeping glance around. Bad weather for Snipers. She had no objection to the Marine's suggestion. Waiting out the storm seemed preferable to stumbling around amidst the snow, waiting to be ambushed by the Legionnaire or his confederates.