Post by Roland D. Jansen (peregrine) on Jun 11, 2009 13:33:38 GMT -5
Roland worked his way downtown, keeping his rhythm steady. No one shot at him. He couldn't think of any reason why anyone would, but these days, it didn't seem to take much.
The roof of the NCO office came into sight--and how it was a degenerate operation like the NCO actually merited something as legitimate-appearing like an actual office was still something Roland was trying to wrap his mind around. He contemplated busting the roof-access door open in tried-and-true runner style, but then thought better of it. He wasn't here looking for trouble, just answers.
He gave the red door an almost too-polite knock, and waited to see if anyone would answer.
The roof of the NCO office came into sight--and how it was a degenerate operation like the NCO actually merited something as legitimate-appearing like an actual office was still something Roland was trying to wrap his mind around. He contemplated busting the roof-access door open in tried-and-true runner style, but then thought better of it. He wasn't here looking for trouble, just answers.
He gave the red door an almost too-polite knock, and waited to see if anyone would answer.
