Talk:Abandoned Industries/Old Warehouse/@comment-3560733-20141227231256/@comment-3560733-20150114042024

Still gripping his arm, the pilot gave a quick jolt and another snap was heard. He then released his right arm and began to swing it around as if to test it's functionality. He groaned a bit in pain as he moved his arm around. "Damn, muscles, go back into place," he muttered softly to himself as h continued to adjust his arm and ignore the people.

(Ok, so. Not sure if this is clear, but here's how things are. He's not just gonna go. You're going to have to convince him in some way, but be careful. I have multiple outcomes planned and some may make things more difficult for this group. Let's just say walking to the Wastes might be difficult.)