Bart hustled to follow Raid, who had (luckily) stumbled into the Armory. He was busy outfitting himself in a flying harness. Two miscellaneous mudokons were busy trying to finagle a few blitzpackers underneath the harness.
Bart: Holy crap! Raid, how are you going to fly that?
Raid: Don't panic, boss. With me packing this much heat, I doubt that anything will stop me.
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In the small back room behind the kitchen, the small crate that Logan kept all of his belongings in was tossed aside, revealing a small hole in the wall.
Logan was inside, making his way towards his secret stash.
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