"We chill," he says, as 10 similarly armed men appraoched from the forest in a set of cars.
Carmella slowly raises her hands over her head and sits cross legged. "I suppose there's a holding cell or something."
"Maybe, never quited done this before," Franky said, approaching the vehicles. He nodded to one of the drivers, and the spoke briefly. Franky signaled for Carmella to come over. "Get in the back," he said, pointing to the door.
OOC: Its gonna be a while 'for I can continue this.
Carmella rises, hands still above her head and walks over, climbing into the back.
OOC: *Pout* Alright.