Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26821421-20170305015010/@comment-26821421-20170310220123

The vehicle carrying the next explosive weapon skidded to a halt in front of the launch sight. Two heavy-lifting workers came from the seats, and went to the entrance of the truck's storage, starting to haul out the next missle. They lifted it over to the platform, albeit slowly, and began hooking up whatever wires were necessary.

The launch managers hastily pressed a button on the launch pad, and the robotic voice rung out, loud enough that even Father could hear.

'LAUNCH IN T MINUS 5 MINUTES.'

Bryson jerked his head up at the sudden rising of the platform, and sighed, realizing the motion WASN'T the shaking of an explosion. He muttered something under his breath, before putting his face back into his hands.