Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-26104528-20170819184059

"Food court it is; plenty of choices there." Ingraham declared as he pulled out of the hospital's lot and got back onto the road with a rev and a putter. Normally, his vehicle would be one of the more offensive things on the road in no small part due to its rusted exterior, exposed engine, and weapons but in Sahale, this was the norm. In just a few minutes, the group had already passed 2 guntrucks belonging to drifter clans who were selling off minerals found in the desert and an old Type-40 APC now operated by independant mercs just rolling down the way.

(Sahali Traffic Law re: Armed Vehicles. Vehicles with mounted weapons of any caliber, while in city limits, must be aimed in safe directions [up and away from civilian traffic]. Weapons must be A. retracted out of view, B. visibly unloaded or C. marked with a flag of inspection covering the end of the barrel indicating that a law enforcement officer has inspected the weapon. The flag is not to be removed or damaged unless a defensive situation which requires the firing of the weapon arises. Mounted weapons above 12.7mm caliber are not to be discharged within city limits due to collateral damage concerns.)

As Ingraham drove, Fritz (and Osiris and Gretel probably) got the sense that something was really bothering him given how much more aggressive Ingraham was driving. He always had to fling the car around and always enjoyed going a little faster than most but today seemed especially off.

"Is there something you want to tell us, bud?"