Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20170216012111

Torki hugs a wall in the ally way, debris littered the ground, turning into large chunks of hab in the streets. The sheeling was playing hell on this place. It turned his stomach as the relisastion of what he'd done set in. It felt like hot bile rising in the back of his mouth. He eyed Breier, then put his pistol away. With his las-rifle up he made his way to the end of the ally way. His black cloak helping him to blend in to the shadows.

He leaned gently around the corner, scaning the street for anything that could kill. He motioned for the team to creep out, providing cover.