Board Thread:Role Play Discussion/@comment-24435042-20140717210338/@comment-24260323-20140717225932

Ferron popped the top off of the beer bottle with his prosthetic hand, the bottlecap landing with a small *ping* nearby. Ever since he was involved in taking down that Raptor, his life had become a wild ride. First was when those ARC agents enlisted him to their cause, to which he refused until they began to mention money.

The mess area was mostly unoccupied with only a few other agents here and there, minding their own business.

With a sigh of boredom, Ferron propped his feet up onto the table and began drinking his beer.

"Sure is nice getting regular employment," he thought to himself.