Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24416658-20150721064545/@comment-24416658-20160513025810

Anyone walking into the armory is greeted with both a beautiful and saddening sight. The air smells concentrated and purified, and fluorescent lights shine everywhere. There is a smell of disinfectant, if anyone knows what that is in this day and age. But there are also shelves full of goodies. Two shelves run from the entrance all the way down to the back of the room. On the shelves are 2 cases of 500 5mm rounds, 10 clips of 5.56mm, 15 boxes of 10mm along with 2 of hollow point, 10 boxes of 9mm with 3 boxes of armor piercing, 6 missiles, 20 25mm grenades, 20 40mm grenades, 6 frag grenades, 6 flashbangs, 5 boxes of .308, 6 boxes of .44 Magnum, 3 boxes of .357 armor piercing, 2 boxes of .50 MG, 3 boxes of 12.7 mm, 4 boxes of 12 gauge shotgun shell, and 5 boxes of 20 gauge shotgun shell.

On the sides of the room, there are racks of weapons. While most are surprisingly empty, there are still 5 assault rifles, 8 10mm pistols, 5 9mm pistols, a grenade launcher, 2 missile launchers, 4 combat knives, 4 hunting shotguns, and 3 sniper rifles. Between the shelves there are two closets on each side, each containing a set of US Army combat armor. But the real prize was at the end of the room.

Inside a sealed case was a Fat Man, bright shiny and new. While the other weapons in the room seem to have lost their touch over the years, this Fat Man was brand new, it seemed, surrounded by 5 Mini Nukes.

One thing's for sure. Not only is this a gold mine, but the group will be glad that they've decided to upgrade the caravan.

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Outside, the Gutsys are shredded into. The Gutsy shot by the Gauss Rifle sputters and dies, a huge hole in its side. One Gutsy is hit directly in the thruster by multiple shots, exploding and taking out two others. There is only one left.

"A-alert!" It sputters out, its voice box skipping, "You-you-you are under a-a-a-a-a-rrest by order of-of-of the United St-st-states! Will you comply?"