Tankvii — Roleplayer Guild

(At the same time just a few blocks from the same bar Ex resides) "fuck it's gotta be my birthday i cant believe this shit I have to ditch another hide out just because these fucking slow proxies" Espio gripes to him self in a mostly abandoned warehouse. cold cement floors and solid steel walls covered by an array of what seemed to be ragtag hastily built computers all streaming what would look like random assortments of number to the untrained eye. Espio reaches for a red switch on the walls kicking a rat that happened to be passing by. "well time to blow this place to hell and ditch the heat of the authorities." He flips the swith with now a cold expression and walks to the exit as the numbers turn from random to a count down from 120 seconds. "I need a drink i can treat myself I guess." He pulls his cloak over his horridly scared body grabbing his bug out stash from the dumpster her walks down the road. as the count down hits zero the walls lined with computers erupt with fire as his set charges do their job and destroy any evidence that he was there. He continues down the street reaching the bar that Ex is currently drinking at slinking in trying as hard as possible to not draw attention to himself until he speaks to the bar keeper " May i please have two glasses of whiskey on the rocks?" As he sits at the end of the bar furthest from any other being in the bar. 
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