Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20181117224220/@comment-27661770-20181201182254

Three piortals open up; two on a highrise and one in a community swimming pool.

The highrise portals spit out their entries first. Two men- one American, one Slavic- go tumbling out. The Slav has a machete knocked out of their hands, and the rifle on their back fires a little.

"...where the hell..."

"....."

The two men stare at each other.

"Karim."

"Crane. Fate sees fit we end up in the same boat again."

"..."

"Crane" walks over to a ledge, and leans down.

"Christ, I hope this place has Antizin. It's not infected, anyways..."

"Calm yourself. I'm sure we can find a way, and besides..."

Karim unzips his brown jacket/coat. Severtal vials of something clink together.

"I came prepared, after Rais' hand came off."

"You STOLE from Rais? Fuck. I know you said all you wanted to do was survive but..."

"Not what you had in mind when you said you hoped we wouldn't work together again, no?"

"No, it wasn't."

He looks down.

"Guess I better get running."

The pool portal drops off its other charge, after an explosion.

A somew2hat burnt man hits the water hard.

Military. African-American. The dog tags around his neck say Kimble Graves, callsign Tombstone Actual. Preferred moniker Irish.

He cries out in pain as he considers what ju8st happened. He's in the water. He probably should have used that RHIB to get away.

...

This isn't the fucking ocean.