Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170127182024/@comment-26854056-20170201210508

"I tied anything trackable that's in our valubles onto a IP scatter program that Finch left behind. It should send them on a wild goose chase if I set it up correctly."

Quail put down his satchel, pulling out an old nokia and tapped on it, the occasional beeps emerging from the scartched device. He flung the small cell back into the bag, putting new bandages in place of the soiled ones.

"They should be here by tomorrow, it'll be pretty late in the afternoon, so rest up. Does anyone need any food or water first...? There's some provisions in the cardboard boxes on the shelves"