Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150916094100/@comment-26104528-20151029161440

Fritz stood facing his opponent. He looked at it and it had only stoic indiffrence to the cyborg standing in front of it. Again, Fritz kicked the oppoenent, but still refused to release what was rightfully his.

''Ah, screw this. ''With the screech of his pneumatic blade, Fritz burst through the front of the vending machine to finally get the iced coffee he rightfully paid the 1.50 for. "I hate vending machines." he mumbled to himself as he removed his claws, washed his hands, and cracked open the sealed drink.

"Hey, you ready to move?" Hab-1 entered the scene. His squad had three trucks ready to move. Having recovered some weapons from the mob earlier, they had them all set up to make an impromptu gun truck while still leaving room for supplies.

Quickly chugging down his coffee, Fritz put his balaclava back on and nodded. "Ingraham, Akari, I've got a trio of trucks on the way right now. " he assumed his usual position atop the cab while Habakkuk squad and several militia who still had fight in them took over the mouted guns.

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"So. vee have to manually check every single tover in zis town?" Eberhardt rhetorically asked. They didn't have enough manpower to do that and there was a good chance that the other survivor groups would not appreciate foreigners and unknowns messing with thier water. "Zen it seems vee must remove ze trreat if vee are to cure ze plague in peace. Do you know vhere ze Grimm King has set up?"

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"Just follow the wreckage." Ingraham told Hab-1 as his suit was now topped back up on dust. Seems the thugs were nice enough to leave a bunch of transport pallets used when the casino was still in operation. Stacking a few more crates of dust on top, he started wheeling them out.