Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141006193518/@comment-25038310-20141006201217

Sander already had all his necessary stuff. He grabbed his machete, and sheathed it.

"Well.. let's hope you're just as good with a gun in your hand, as you are at solving mysteries.. " The tone Sander said it like was not a belittling or insulting one, but more of a guess.

"Bring a souvenir or something, will you? " He said, grinning as he lit another cigarette. The effect of his last one seemed to have finished. He felt the cheap tobacco and nicotine cause a light headed feeling, and the amount of scents he was smelling greatly reduced.

''Sneak in, blow some stuff up, and destroy some other stuff. This will be easy enough.''