User blog comment:YourFavoriteSalmon/The Walking Dead HGRP Edition (RP/Fanon)/@comment-26360867-20170817210610

((New Box for Rogues))

Michael was pissed. There was no other word for it. His spy was gone and his Blackbird had flown away from her nest. Bastard must have set her free. He sat, alone, planning his next move. He had no control over them, no edge. He needed something to gain the upper hand. A nameless Rogue returns to camp from the woods, out of breath. "Michael. We have spotted a group of 4 members. Should we move in?" Michael began to smirk. He was close to making another move. Close to checkmate. "Gather our men. Leave 10 to guard the camp. Lead me to the group."