Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13427943-20170331224843/@comment-13427943-20170424013120

Geralt smiled, "top range, stolen from the military from Atlas"

Wolfes ears perked up, as he recalled Panteras stock going missing

"High volumes of custom made ammunition, more potent than th normal stiff as well, special operative kinda deal"



On the roof of the mansion, a crane faunus meditated, a leathery sound alerted him as he stood up, to see what appeared to be soldiers gliding in the air