Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170601205838/@comment-30700719-20170610230326

"All righty then. This seems more fitting." I exit the car and walk up to the door. The other men seem to escort me inside. This notion is confirmed when I try to open a side door and get a swift slap against the hand. "Okay, okay. I'll go inside. I'm a pilot, not some punk with a can of spray paint." Opening the door, I walk inside. The rather grand carpet is quite thick, and the painting are exquisite. The men lead me up a flight of stairs to a paper-white door. I look around at them, then grab the handle. Judging from the lack of, er, 'instructional injury', as my commanders referred to, I open the door and step inside.