Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150507215319/@comment-26104528-20150528220217

"Hmm. Ya might want to get an RMA on that." Ingraham mocked before calmly hopping off.

''Hmm, 'cool guys don't look at explosions or-' darn, too late. ''The prototype suit finally went boom-boom; ingraham sheilded his face from the explosion and shrapnel.

"Back to work." Ingraham passed all the burning crap and incapped/gibbed inmates from the battle before and into the armory that he was supposed to secure.

Nobody home, other than one guy with an assault rifle. Ingraham boosted forward and without hesitation, wrenched his rifle out of his hands, disarming him and twisted the target's arm behind his back, dislocating (or worse) the shoulder.

"I just murdered 15 of your buddies and lady-friend here helped bring down a walking tank. Ya should have thought this through bud."

Ingraham stepped over to the armory desk where the guy was set up. "Rain, go see if anyone is inside." he rang up the Drifter Elder "Path is clear. We're going to make sure no one's inside the armory itself. Get your guys ready."