Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150109200212/@comment-29559990-20150112221618

Borskar slid down to the floor, feeling like he was going to vomit. How would he explain this to Maven? Half of the team had nearly died, Bishop was still on the loose, and he had defied the orders of Maven herself.

Once again, he slid his own wristguards down a bit and looked on at the scars that decorated his arm, and buried his face into his palms.

"I'll be lucky if she doesn't behead all of us" Borskar thought to himself.