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[sonotastars]

After receiving Chris' last message, Kevin is allowed to leave that godforsaken treadmill and, after showering and changing, heads to the armory. Weapons. Oh yeaaaah.

Becky is poking around behind the counter, trying to find an appropriate-sized pair of grey coveralls. Kevin, however, is lovingly running his hands over the matte finish of his

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[starspointman]

"Well..."

Chris is leaning in the doorway of the armory, smoking a cigarette. Of course there's a No Smoking sign, and of course he is disobeying it. He's in charge, he can do things like that. He's wearing his spiffy black dress uniform and shades.

"What's her name, Ryman? And should I leave you two alone?"

[sonotastars]

Kevin looks up at Chris, belatedly, a little dazed.

"Huh? Oh, hey."

He looks back at the gun, then leans away as if this'll help him get a better look.

"...I'm thinkin' she's a Jenny."

[starspointman]

"She's a beaut."

Chris looks down at the rifle appreciatively.

"Seven six two millimeter. One in eleven point two twists free-floating barrel. Hs Precision stock and, get this, Redfield International sights. Effective out past 800 meters."

He takes a drag on his cigarette and nods.

"Damn fine piece of ordinance if I do say so myself."

[closed_umbrella]

Linda walks in. She's talking quietly on a cell phone, and is apparently trying to order lab equipment.

She's been spending her every moment either at the range, on the track, in the lab, or behind the stick of a helicopter. Fortunately, Linda's a coffee addict.

[sonotastars]

Kevin puts his sniper rifle down (grudgingly) and waits for her to get finished.

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CRASH! Somebody just knocked over a few boxes of bullets. Said person, of course, is Yoko. She laughs sheepishly before cleaning up the mess she just made. "Sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going."

She's in her uniform, of course. Gray vest, green shirt, black boots and pants. It's kind of weird for her to be wearing a uniform, but what can you do?

[sonotastars]

That causes Kevin to turn around quickly, ready to berate whoever the dumbass was that just scared the holy everloving crap out of him.

Oh, snap, Yoko!

"...h...hey!"

And down goes the gun. Whoa.

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Yeah, lower the gun, Kevin. You're making Yoko hyperventilate a little bit. She laughs nervously again. "S-sorry, Kevin. I'll be more careful next time."

"So! Uhm, can I have a gun? Please?" Pretty please? Come on, you can't say no to those big puppy-dog eyes, can you? She needs one for self-defense!

Somebody might try to raid the air traffic tower for all the goodies she's got stashed up there.

[sonotastars]

"Uh... yeah! Yeah, sure. Here, come up to the counter."

Kevin gets up and jogs to the door beside the small kiosk-like backroom, unlocks it, then takes a few moments to open the armored shutter above the counter.

"Alright, so. I know you're an alright shot, but how's your recoil? You want somethin' with less kick, right?"