Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140516030223/@comment-25151516-20140518010234

James hycalculated the factors that Leanne had told him as he drove.

Favorite ring, bags beneath the eyes, office until midnight, terrorist group...

"White Fang or someone new? By favorite ring, is it the wedding band? Help me fill in the blanks, what's the family's resources going into these days? Oh and..."

He took his Electrostatic Lockpick from his pocket and sent a low intensity pulse into Leanne's hair, making it frizz momentarily, to mess with his cousin, before handing her a brush from the other pocket.

James chuckled. "Don't loose that, a girl's life may depend on it."