Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20140618025840

Please tell me this will work...

Vegas, with her goggles over her eyes, continued to work on the explosives mixture that was set out in front of her. The demolitionist had to have no distractions while she worked on it. It was volatile, and the slightest touch might set it off. It explained the sweat that was rolling down her forehead.

''That's it...just a little more...and perfect. ''

And...as if in a twist of cruel fate, the mixture she was setting to transfer into the other container on the table fell. What followed was a small but sizable bang from the mixture.

And a scathing stream of curses from Vegas, her face now streaked with soot.  