Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-24857097-20151008092101

(Gonna explore around Beacon for a bit since there isn't really anything going on. Not saying it's a bad thing, just saying it gives space for creative writing.)

"Yeah, see you around."

Oliver was alone. The guards don't have a strict schedule to follow through, but they're to be always readily available at a moment's notice. Right now, the ex-cop has some leisure time to check out some other aspects of Beacon.

Perhaps I'll check out what guns they have in the armory.

Oliver went out for a walk around the prison towards the armory, keeping an eye out on the inmates as he did so. So far, everyone seems to be behaving correctly.

He soon arrived at the outside of the armory. A nearby guard saw him and got his attention.

"Hey! You're the ex-cop the COs are talking about aren't you?"

"Uh, yeah? What's up?"

It was nothing much really. The conversation was kept short and simple and soon they said their farewells. Oliver went through the biometric systems to gain access inside the armory and walked inside.

It was a dream-like paradise for the ex-cop. A lot of firearms, armor, non-lethal weapons, and ammo were all neatly organised together. There were a few wall guards inside, taking a break from their duties. One Bear Faunus guard noticed his presence and struck up a conversation. He had a thick Eastern Atlesian (Russian) accent.

"Oi you! You're the--"

"Ex-cop, yeah. What's up?"

"Not a lot of guards come in here for no reason. What's yours?"

"I'm just wondering what guns this prison is carrying."

The gruffy, Faunus guard let out a hearty chuckle.

"My oh my, we don't really have an interesting selection here. The friggin' military always has the good stuff while we're stuck with their hand-me-downs. But I'll admit, they're reliable beauties. The rest are what you'd expect in a typical riot team."

Oliver took another good look at the gun racks. They were all holding Beretta handguns, M14 rifles, M4A1 carbines, single shot grenade launchers, and taser guns.

"I'm guessing the military are adopting weapons that looking nothing like what we got huh?"

"Exactamundo. Friggin' spending taxpayer money on stuff that's going to fail in my opinion. But with the recent developments in technology, I won't be surprised if the security droids here replace all of the COs and put us out of the job."

"Security droids?"

"Yup. We have some in limited quantities but new shipments of a handful of them keep coming every month. Some corporate fat cats, literally and I'm Faunus, boast that they'd be the reason why prisons are the most secure while leaving us COs unemployed."

At this point, Oliver was done looking over the weapons and has his undivided attention at the Faunus officer.

"Is there a chance that some inmates might have a chance at hacking these droids?"

"Heh heh heh, even the most innocent looking guys are held up at the SHU. Do you think that's a big clue enough?"

"Uh, I suppose so I guess."

The older officer cleared his throat before continuing on.

"So tell me, why exactly are you here in Corrections? Many folks here aim to transfer into the Law Enforcement field as soon as possible but you? Why transfer here?"

At that very moment, it's time for Oliver to tell the real story. He grabbed a nearby seat to face the officers.

He didn't lie to Wolfe, but rather, it really wasn't the full story.

"Shrink recommended switching fields, that's the truth. But why I didn't retire, now that's a different story..."