New Grestin wrote:// DAY 29 // 6:03 AM, New Evanston //
Sarah smiled, reaching into her pocket and tossing him her pack of Marlboros. She pointed him to the armory.
"You'll love this job. I need all the weapons organized and the ammo matched by type. Just, uh, don't touch the Belgian's stuff. He's a bit of a prude."
Sam was wandering around, seemingly bored. Sarah walked past LaForge to her and quickly brought out a notepad.
Be a dear and go help Luke organize the ammo, ok?
She then turned to Sally.
"And you. We've got a search party looking for two missing scavengers. Help them find them and I've got an AK-47 with some mags with your name on it. They just left, but knowing them, they probably won't be too far down the road."
She turned back to Ian, following him back towards the crop fields to finish their evaluations. She looked over the small field. It contained a couple different crops: some corn, tomatoes, potatoes. Sarah, for the first time in her life, was reasonably excited about potatoes. Once the three people they interviewed returned to work, they moved on to the next group. As they walked, Sarah leaned in on Ian, resting her head on his shoulder. For a moment, she thought that maybe, just maybe, things would work out here.
Paulson reached down, peeling the man's face from the asphalt. The man seemed to be wearing hazmat gear, big ol' banana suits with oxygen tanks on their backs. The back of the man's head was caved in, a piece of rebar laying nearby. Paulson could only assume this was the murder weapon. He stood, twirling an invisible moustache.
"Indeed! Watson! I believe this man was murdered!"
"Shut the fuck up, Paulson."
Alan sighed and dug through the men's gear. They'd only been walking for about ten minutes before they'd found three bodies, cloaked in hazmat gear. He kicked the man over, noting a small logo on his shoulder. It resembled a planet with a large A in the middle. He looked over to Paulson, picking up one of the men's TAR-21s.
"Any idea who these guys are?"
"No clue. Logo seems familiar, though."
"Yeah. It does."
They picked over the bodies for a few more moments, scavenging two gas masks and a small flash drive. Paulson quickly pocketed the drive, taking great care to hide it. The two continued down the road towards the forest.
Luke caught the pack and opened it, and retrieved one cigarette and tossed the pack back. He then pulled a zippo out of his bag, and lit it." Thanks." After a few minutes of smoking, he entered the armory. He waited because he didn't want the place to blow up. He didn't know if there was TNT or a keg of black powder in there. Once he entered, he was greeted by piles of ammo, and heaps of guns. Very unorganized.
He decided the best way to clean up the place would be to put ammo into the ammo boxes and label them by their contents, and quantity. He started with 5.56 and .223. He filled three boxes with 5.56 and four with .223. He labels them. x250 5.56 and x 250 .223. Luke even felt like labeling one 269. But that's because he didn't want to load a mag or get a new box for only 19 rounds. He found various loaded mags of each, and stacked them near to their boxes on a counter.
He then focused on .22, .45 and 9mm rounds. He did the same process, and it was quick with Sam's help. He wrote the instructions to her, and told her what ammo goes where. Luke ended up with 7 boxes of .22, four boxes of .45 and six boxes of 9mm. Each box held 50 rounds, and there was dozens of magazines for each, all placed by their boxes of ammo. There was still some ammo left, but Luke shifted focus.
Luke grouped rifles together and put them into lockers. One locker for each type of gun. There were AR-15s, TAR-21s, M-16s, AK47s, Mosin Nagats, .22 Rifles, and a few random antique ones he grouped togeather. But that wasn't all. Every now and then Vincent dropped off explosives near the back. Luke would give him a nod and group those with the ones already in the arsenal.
He started on pistols and shotguns, and he did the same process. There were Mossburg 500s, asawed off double barrel, some random 20 gauges, and a few 12 gauges. Then he started grouping pistols, like Colt .45 M1911s, Beretta M9s, Colt revolvers, .22 pistols and others. He labeled each locker or lockbox by its contents.
Once he was done for the day, he exited to find Sarah yelling to the Belgian guy. Luke waited for her to be done before telling her about his progress. He was sure not to be too loud I case other people weren't supposed to hear.
"Well, we got dozens of ammo boxes of various ammo, along with stacks of loaded mags. Some IEDs, and a few dozen rifles, excluding sniper rifles. Along with over 20 pistols, 20ish shotguns, and a few SMGs. It's not like Palmetto State Armory, but it's still a metric fuckton, and it's more organized then before. There are even a few antiques in there. But that's not all, there is still a lot. I could pull overtime and get it sorted out better. Sam was a real help."
