Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24572299-20140401142059/@comment-24260323-20140622045910

"Sorry about the van, it was the only thing our employers were willing to lend me," Ferron said, as he walked over to a loosely hanging side mirror to readjust it with some duct tape, "But at least they were decent enough to modify it beforehand."

Ferron slide the side door open revealing the van's interior. Large sheets of sheet metal were hastily welded to the walls of the van to provide extra armour; a makeshift pintle mount was bolted to the floor facing the rear doors for any heavy weapons that could be mounted; and simple wooden benches were fastened to the sides to maximize the space in the center of the van.

"Alright ladies, load up! It'll take 'bout an hour to reach the town." Ferron said before he entered through the driver's door and starting the engine, "Also, I need one of you on shotgun!"

He then began to rummage through the disorganized driver's storage area looking for a very important piece of equipment.