Nyar whispers, "Right, well this is feeling more like a trap than ever. The door behind us locks, we are in a locked basement owned by some drug cartel. We've been placed... again... in a situation where the authorities would be at liberty to arrest us."
"So!" Still whispering, he looks back and forth between his comrades, "Do we break down the door and keep going or walk out of here right now?"
[sblock=opinions] [MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION], [MENTION=73730]johnmeier1[/MENTION], [MENTION=360]drothgery[/MENTION] everyone okay with going forward? [/sblock]