IC: Sturg allowed the other two through and they went down the stairs, anda rrived at the end. No one appeared to be about "Well, I suppose it's better that he be in a deserted place, being as I am, I hardly want to walk into a mass of people anytime soon...not just yet, at least"
Slash sat on the table. Not a whole lot was going on. He put the club thing down infront of him and took out the notepad again. He started sketching plans for how he could possibly refit his gun and improve it.
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