[Center][h2][color=#0000FF][i]Silas and the Vodka Stalk[/i][/color][/h2][/center]

"Oh good, all these empty crates are making me misty anyway."  Silas hikes big shotgun beast up to his shoulder, and step forward. Next room and all that. At that go he reaches down one handed and digs on his belt producing his tin hip. Reaching back to offer it to Borys, "Not Vodka but it'll still kill braincells. I want that flask back don't lose it."

After a little sneaking they come across what sounds like a party. He sniffs, "well, they're right in front of us..." He looked back as orders were made and nods, then looks up "Alright, no one get shot immediately please."

Then begins to climb to the next level up "Ahhh [i]Malaka[/i]...okay..." and there the door to the upper level.of the party room. He takes a deep inhalation. Steeling himself. 

But with a grin he look at the holy glad ang, "well long time since I've seen one of those. Let's go." He tests the door now as Felix stacks beside him, "Clear..." and edges the door open enough that Felix and get the flashbang inside, "Let's make some noise yeah?"