Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20170116054242/@comment-933831-20170211075723

Back at the encampment, the armed guard led Jett back over to the encampment, bringing her inside. He motioned her towards one of the waiting rooms, filled plainly with a couch, table, and old school radio. With the CCT down though, it had long been just static. Which would normally beg the question... Why was it still on? It wasn't on loud, but just loud enough to clearly be heard when they entered, another guard on break. "Dalton, watch this chick for me. I found her trying to get into the marsh on a snowmobile. There was also a visual on two aircraft not too far out, so I've gotta check that out." He ducked out of the room, just leaving Dalton and Jett. He wasn't expecting company clearly, and seemed to just be looking at the radio. "Oh... So... Um. Hi. Dalton Riviesta, Atlas military. What were you trying to do, heading into the marsh like that? Normally we're more worried about things leaving it, not getting in."

Meanwhile, the two who were approaching on foot, getting closer to the encampment, soon met up with the soldier who'd brought in Jett. He looked to both men, his weapon not even aimed upwards. He had to speak up over the biting winds carrying the snow, and his own ski-mask-esque faceguard. "Good afternoon folks, Private Boreas Baines, may I ask what business you have out here in such a god forsaken frost pit? Visitors are pretty far from common here."