Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170616015553/@comment-4059927-20170710185334

"I can't remember." Norton replied, ashamed. "He was near the entrance when the Preps came and wasn't able to reach the steps to the terrace in time."

In the Harrington House kitchen Gregory was hiding behind one of the stoves. Crouched low, he moved quietly, or as quietly as he could conceivably manage. He hadn't the slightest idea where the Preps were, but he could hear Derby giving out orders in the next room over. He was beginning to sweat, his eyes growing hazy as the nerves began to seep in.