Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141210050232/@comment-7489529-20150118035546

As the rest of the prisoners grabbed carious pieces of equipment from the armory, Bergen shrugged. He didn't really have a weapon. Finding a sturdy looking shovel, he picked it up. Walking outside of the armory, he looked off into the horizon. Squinting, he could see lights flashing off in the distance. Worried that this might confirm the mercenary's suspicions, he looked back into the armory.

"We need to go, now. I've got a bad feeling that we will be needing mobile suits."