Tohrment 7.8.12

Tohrment

Walking through the doors of the mansion, I head straight to the kitchen and grab a sandwich and Sam Adams. In my gut, I know something is brewing. The lessers activity has been minimal and history has shown, that calm always preceeds a storm.

Walking to the secret entrance to the underground tunnel, I take my nourishment and head straight to my office. Leaning back in my green chair I slam my boots down on the hard wood top of my desk as I make quick work of my turkey on rye.

What the hell are the Lessers up to? The problem with those unatural freaks of nature, is the lack of intel. It's not like we can infiltrate them, and there hasn't been a lesser yet that will give up any information before sending them back to the Omega.

Tossing the empty Sams bottle in the trash can, I stand and head to the locker room, stripping off my leathers. Throwing on a pair of shorts and Nikes, I begin a grueling marathon to work off some of the tenion. ‪#BBDB‬