Bradley Drake, Jr.
Bradley grunted at Brock's insult to his navigating skills, pulling a parchment out of his coat. It's... something. Looks like a bunch of random lines, really.
"Alright, lad, if y'think y'can nav'gate better 'an I can, try readin' this map! M'father wasn't known for his drawin' skills, but he knows where the Institute is."
Bradley shook his head at the disrespect. He doesn't act too much on it, however, for the good of the team. So... the thing is a map, apparently. It doesn't even have a compass rose. Really. Holy crap Bradley how did you even get here? It will remain one of life's many mysteries
"I plan on goin' mid or being offence, but I'll wait for e'eryone else's preferred role before I make mine"
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