Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27658559-20170511211845/@comment-27661770-20170511213344

Mason grabbed a phone anbd dialed a number.

"...Hello?"

"Woods. It's me, Mason. Uh... You know Mark, right? I introduced him to you?"

"Yeah."

"Get your ass down here. If you can find Hudson, or Weaver-"

"They're defusing things about Menendez..."

"Frank. Focus. We need to know about something called the "Crimson Order", I think. That, or have guns. I've got a nasty feeling that we're gonna need them."

"...No clue what the hell that is. But they want to attack? They attack. Nobody's fuckin' killin' me."

"Woods, are you coming or not?"

"I'm on my way."

At a nearby house, Frank Woods hung up. He sighed, grabbed his IDs permitting him to carry military-grade weapons in a civilian vehicle provided they were not in driver range, put his concealed carry license in his wallet, and got ready to go.

"Swear to fuckin' god, if there's not a beer or an attack I'mma hurt someone. Long week."

Meanwhile, a biomech traipsed through the woods.

"...that guy Mark... where is he... this map says his house is nearby..."