Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20150323050510/@comment-7637833-20150417035959

"Hm..."

The weasel watched his grunts move the materials from the van to his vehicle, unaware of the dart that Frost had shot onto one container. He took another drag from his cigar before turning back to the duo, looking at Saffron curiously.

"I swear, you look kind of like this little lady I encountered once... you look vaguely similar to her... huh."

Do NOT blow our cover! the sniper yelled in his head, hoping against hope she would hear.