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Armory
Jan 21, 2012 11:46:43 GMT -5
Post by InsanityIsCool on Jan 21, 2012 11:46:43 GMT -5
After touring the training area's and workplaces, John was duly impressed. the facilities were more than adequate for both his and others needs. As he stepped into the armoury, John saw a staff member placing his gear into one of the lockers. "I'll take over now thanks, thats my gear." the orderly nodded and turned towards the door, walking with the gait of one obviously fatigued. placing his pads, armour and equipment in the locker, John took his pistol and his steyr aug carbine with its custom master-key shotgun attachment and his several throwing knives. taking several empty magazines, he headed off towards the firing range.
(John is now at the firing range)
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Armory
Oct 20, 2013 19:59:22 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Oct 20, 2013 19:59:22 GMT -5
== Armory ==
Dressed in a comfortable pair of olive green cargo pants and a black tank top, Maggie entered the armory. It was currently unoccupied except for the attendant who was watching her from behind the counter. She nodded to him and set her pack down on one of the tables.
"What's up?"
"Not much. Heard about the mission." Said the attendant, a guy name Mikey, as he rubbed his stubble.
Maggie rolled her eyes. "It seems that bad news travels fast around here", she said.
"Faster than the T-Virus." Mike responded. "What you need?"
"One of the cleaning kits, 50 rounds of .45 ACP, 4 more 10 round magazines, and a new standard issue rifle and sidearm before the next mission." Mikey nodded and left. He returned a few minutes later with a small kit and two boxes of 45. He handed them over to Maggie. Maggie nodded a thanks and took them to her work area and sat down. She positioned herself so that she wasn't facing him, or have her back to him, but could see him out of the corner of her eye. After a few seconds, Mikey left to somewhere in the back of the armory, while Maggie began to disassemble her 1911. It was filthy and it was only through a miracle that it didn't jam on her in the last mission.
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Armory
Nov 23, 2013 22:39:24 GMT -5
Post by Rhinn on Nov 23, 2013 22:39:24 GMT -5
Maggie had just put her weapon back together and loaded the other magazines with 45 ACP. She stowed those in her bag and holstered her preferred weapon. By that time, Mike had come back with replacement weapons for her. She packed the sidearm in her bag and slung the carbine over her shoulder. She was about to head to the range when another agent approached her.
"Maggie Sanders." It was more of a statement than a question. Maggie nodded. The agent handed her a packet and turn and left without a word.
"Hard to tell the undead from some of our agents", quipped Mike as he watched Maggie open the packet. There was a brief pause and then Mike spoke again. "If I need to leave."
"No, you can stay. Another mission. I'm flying 2 agents to Raccoon City and then holding up at the airport until they call for me. Nothing special, but at least I'm flying." She looked back down at the list of her passengers. "Lilly Akers and John Davis."
Mike shook his head. "I don't know John, but Lilly is like you, only worse. She has her own agenda and morality... known for killing off her targets whether that was her assignment or not. Still, she has a pretty hot ass. I mean nothing like yours, but still, in pinch."
The rest was cut off as Maggie swung out at him, half serious, but half messing around.
"What, too soon for that? Well I never did have great timing. Have fun. Don't lose your weapons."
Mike headed back to his desk and Maggie left the armory. She happen to see them enter the cafeteria doors. "I might as well introduce myself before I get my things." She headed for John and Lilly.
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