Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20171225195151/@comment-4059927-20180210211917

They were halfway up the staircase when pairs of footsteps, followed by voices, could be heard coming up behind them. Erick, thinking on his feet, grabbed Gregory and Zach and dragged them into a storage closet at the top of the staircase. He closed the door quietly behind them as three figures passed by. He could determine who it was by their voices: Malcolm, Gord, and Parker.

“I can’t believe Derby is sending us out there.” Gord groaned. “It’s freezing out.”

“Derby thinks someone’s out there, we’re just going to look around and see.” Malcolm stated. Malcolm was the big one. Tall, strong, imposing.

“Who do you think it is?” Parked Asked, sounding alarmed.

“Could be the Greaseballs.” Malcolm shrugged.

“Or maybe those paupers out near the shipping area.” Gord pointed out. “The same ones that vandalized Spencer Shipping.”

The three descended down the hallway and could be heard no more. Erick waited a few moments before pushing the door open slightly, and peering out. “We’re good.”