Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20150628193821/@comment-5456040-20151027040356

"We want the head guy alive." The white haired fox warned, keeping a weary eye on the group. Sifting through his satchel, he pulled out what appeared to be an explosive of some sort, tossing it up and down casually. He had no intention of blasting the area, but he rather seemed to hold onto it in case if there were any troubles outside. His sibling in turn pulled out a dark colored vile, fiddling with it anxiously but not doing much more.