Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20160328225407/@comment-25038310-20160331014227

"Jesus fucking christ," He gasped as he looked at the contents of the crate, placing a mouth on his hands as he took a step back. "where'd you get all this, you ass? This is.." He snickered, as he shook his head while turning away.

"Amazing?" Jon interrupted Sander, grinning. "Maimed a nooby idiot, followed him to his own little stache. The moron had an entire apartment full of this. T'was like hitting the jackpot. Stole the keys, disposed of the guy, and placed it here while driving back and forth in my car."

"Yeah, let's hope noone found this place yet because of that." Sander replied, as he took a seat on another empty wooden crate, grabbing for the small box of cigarettes inside his coat.

"Honestly, what's the problem? Noone knows where this place is, noone knows what we're doing, noone saw any of us and noone would come here, ever. Tightly secured, and if they ever find the goods we'll be sure to make them kick the bucket with the stache."

He lit the cigarette as he rose an eyebrow at the hooded fellow, not particularly liking the thought of all their hard work destroyed by a few makeshift explosives. He puffed a small cloud of smoke as he shrugged.

"When's he coming?" Sander asked rather abruptly, causing a silence for a few seconds before Jon replied.

"Soon. Not personally, obviously, but still. We'll get some green, and we'll be able to keep ourselves fed for a few more months before we return to this place."