Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151023213440/@comment-24849899-20151026035917

"Oh those motherfuckers..." Morales said to himself.

"Yeah... Like were falling for that. Heh, got the spare's right?" Bestman asked.

"You bet bud." Morales said as he pulled some rations out of his pocket. They inspected it and made sure nothing was added secretly.

Sure enough, nothing was in there, they checked everything.

"Bon appetit!" Said the two as they ate their spare non-tampered meals.

After their meals, they were full and ready to go for guarding once again.

"Suits on..."

"Check."

"Helmet's with face shields, on?"

"Check."

"Guns?"

"Check."

"Everything else?"

"All Check." Morales assured Bestman.

The two release the power locks on the hatch door and walk out in threatening bulky riot armor, with riot sheilds and machine guns.

They then saw the two on the other side of the fence.

"Ha! Hey you're late!" Morales mocked.