Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7242608-20140512003011/@comment-8992692-20140514031515

DMR gut checks Sinon, spins around, and draws his DL1911. "Heathcliff, if you know what's good for you, you will leave me alone. I'm done with you, and your damn suicidal missions!" DMR slowly steps back, with his hand ready to fire and have his bullets go right through heathcliff. The rest of the brigde as their weapons draw at DMR.