Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20181112025248/@comment-31595069-20181112053033

As the explosions wracked the remaining vehicles, the Corperal sighed as he sheathed his blades. “Guess that means we have to do the work ourselves...No overtime pay for this sadly.” He shrugged and laughed to himself as he left to regroup with Brakks.

“I take it we lose our forces...You know what to do then...Comrade.” He spoke as he tossed the remains of his ciggarate away. “Keep on going and complete the mission. Overtime of course.” The man named Comrade smirked. “Never liked my real name anyways.”

Durella simply giggled. “If she tries to kill me again, no promises.” She winked.