Post-World War III RP: Welcome to Nuremberg!

[SargentToughie]

Eric nodds, going to check a nearby hanger

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Inside the hangar, there are a few boxes of medical supplies and some ammunition.

 

[SargentToughie]

Eric turns around to Warren

"Hey! Guess what I found!"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"What?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Warren looks in the hangar Eric walked into, then grabs a medical kit and runs over to Nikolai and bandages his leg.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

Warren walks into the hangar and hoists herself on the catwalk, which creaks uneasily under her weight. She slowly moves to the other end of the catwalk as the creaking gets louder.

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"Don't worry." She reaches the other end. "Found some pet-" she starts, just before the catwalks collapses, sending her plummeting about 10 feet.

 

[SargentToughie]

Eric looks up at her

"Hey... what are you up to?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"Found the petrol..." she groans.

 

[SargentToughie]

Eric smiles

"Good job! Need a hand?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"No. That's just about the only part that doesn't ache." She stand up, coughing and holding her ribs. "That hurt."

 

[SargentToughie]

"you gonna be okay?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"I think so." She grabs the petrol can. "This'll get the jeep to the airport. I'll fill up afterwards."

 

[SargentToughie]

Eric stepps back

"Gotchya, what do you want me to do?"

 

[thebobmaster_v1legacy]

"Find the hangar with the larger petrol pumps. It has to be nearby."

 

[SargentToughie]

Eric nodds

"Tell me if you need a hand"