Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20170713034834/@comment-27344811-20170715033112

Grim bitch-slaps Ganon.

Engineer steps inside the cab of the TRUC. It's loaded with three separate rooms: room one, where they would hang out. Bean bags litter the floor. Pcs and consoles line the walls. Two tv's are on the wall. A fridge holds the food.

The next room is communications nd defense. Joysticks in front of screens help control the guns, while the communications office is neat and organized.

Lastly, the barracks. One bunk for every member of the top-secret Goverment strike squad called Team Fortress.

"Well boys, get settled in. I gotta start the car." Engineer walks out and gets into the cab.

Spy sits down at the Communications office. He turns the radio on and sets it to a specific frequency.

"If any other members of Team Fortress can hear me, good job. You lived. We will rendezvous at the mountains at these coordinates." Spy sends out a series of clicks and beeps, a sort of code. "Good luck."

Engineer starts the car and drives through the forest, a stealthy dinosaur following suit.