<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268242.msg13340884#msg13340884">Quote from: TsukiyomiMoonscar on July 11, 2017, 11:53:43 am</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jo shook his head as if awakening from a daydream. His light brown/yellow eye scanned the room to see if there was any direct danger, only to notice the two knocked out guys on the floor. He snapped out of the trance in time to hear Gray's remark about not wanting to piss Jo off. <br/><strong>"Why don't you want to piss me off? I'm just you're regular guy you know."</strong> Jo stated that in a very oblivious manner, as if he didn't remember what he had done. He lower himself near the body of the bandit and used his right hand to check the guys pulse. A sharp shock went through him, the thin, nearly invisible hair on his arm stood up straight when he come to realize that the bandit no longer had a beating heart. Quickly he got back to his feed and looked rather startled at Gary.<br/><br/><strong>"He is dead. How in the world did that happen?"</strong> As if slowly realizing the situation they were in he quickly said, <strong>"As a matter of fact save that for now, let's get moving, seeing you have the gun be my guest and go upfront. Break a leg survival buddy!"</strong> Enthusiastically he tapped Gray on the shoulder and grinned with his swollen face. <em>'I only hope this goes well and we'll be able to get the hell out of here with just a few scratches. I've got a bad feeling...'</em> In silence Jo was thinking, to many things were unknown and thus posed a threat. After just a quick little prayer that the Lord could keep them safe in this forsaken shed he prepared himself for whatever there was to come.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><em>Last Train to Pripyat...</em></strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><em><strong>Gregor</strong> - The Huntsman<br/><strong>Jo</strong> - Unknown<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Dark Valley - Rundown Farmstead</span></span></strong></em></span></div><br/>For now Gregor was just focus on both of them getting out of here in one piece, hearing him state about killing the guy but hell, if he was dead, he was dead. No sense on lingering on the thought.<strong>"Let's find out gear and get moving..."</strong>Slowly walking down the hall with gun in hand, the two would sneak and hopefully not create too much noise from outside, as they soon reached the stairs. Taking their time, he soon saw the open doorway leading to the basement. They could hear another voice, someone muttering to himself or singing perhaps? Maybe just a lone bandit?<br/><br/>Peering down the stairs into the basement of this old house, Gregor was easily able to see tables filled with bags, clothing, weapons and ammunition still being sorted out. Even a crate filled with medical supplies too. Seems these thugs had been kidnapping and holding up newbies for quite some time judging just from the sheer amount of loot.<br/><br/>Carefully, he nodded behind him to Jo, going down the stairs before he walked up right behind the thug, wearing just some black leather jacket and some track pants as he whistled away, a radio in the corner playing to drown out the noise outside. Catching him off guard, Gregor then pushed the gun to the back of his head and smirked some.<strong>"Hey fella, don't mind us, we're just taking what's ours back. You say one word, and you die, got it?"</strong><br/><br/>The thug raised both hands up nervously, only nodding as he certainly wasn't going to die over this stuff.<strong>"Jo, grab two bags and start filling them up...we're going to need anything we can get...maybe return some of this stuff too"</strong>