Re: Siberian Base Camp
Michael smiles as the back of his coat begins to move, four tendrils shooting out and operating the buttons and panels that allow him to operate the APC, four more shooting out of the end of his shirt sleeve, two wrapping around the wheel and two reaching down to the floor of the vehicle. "Hang on, ladies and gentlemen. We're outta here!" he says, the APC moving and turning away from the canyon, heading northwest over the plains of Siberia "So. What was the last mission you were assigned to before getting stuck here?"