Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20180106033320/@comment-27661770-20180107232159

John dug in the office, until his shovel clunked against something.

Part of the desk. He dug faster.

...and sure enough, in the chair there was the body.

...He may as well snoop the drawe-

In the desk was carved a message.

"I'm sorry, Miss Dash. ROT IN HELL.

-hide".

...

So the bastard-in-second was a traitor to his superior.

If he ever found him he'd thank the man.

John scooped up the still-bullet-riddled body and carried it back to the wheelbarrow, spitting on it as he chucked it in.

"...now we have to go to the bakery. Come on let's go before it gets raining."

He ran with the wheelbarrow.