[h1][center][color=royalblue]Bradley Drake, Jr.[/color][/center][/h1]

Bradley grunted at Brock's insult to his navigating skills, pulling a parchment out of his coat. It's... something. Looks like a bunch of random lines, really.

[hider=The map]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/USBHfbO.jpg[/img]
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[color=royalblue]"Alright, lad, if y'think y'can nav'gate better 'an I can, try readin' this map! M'father wasn't known for his drawin' skills, but he knows where the Institute is."[/color]

Bradley shook his head at the disrespect. He doesn't act too much on it, however, for the good of the team. So... the thing is a map, apparently. It doesn't even have a compass rose. Really. Holy crap Bradley how did you even get here? It will remain one of life's many mysteries

[color=royalblue]"I plan on goin' mid or being offence, but I'll wait for e'eryone else's preferred role before I make mine"[/color]

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