OOC: WEEKEND!
Can someone tell me which people are in Dek's lab? I lost track.
EDIT: Please?
-IC-
"Alright, Storage room, large rusty door down this corridor. Thanks pal."
Boogie walked all the way down the corridor searching for a large rusty door, which he instantly saw from a few meters away.
"Well, that indeed is a huge door. That lever'd probably open it."
He walks over to the lever and pulls it. The door opened, slowly and screeched loudly.
Boogie observed the room in front of him. There were a lot of grids in which the weapons were hung. At least most of them were, some were very practicly placed on the floor. And ofcourse the ammo was scattered around everywhere.
Boogie picked up a standard 30 rounds assault rifle.
"Ah, the old days.
(ooc: They didn't call him Boogie for no reason.) This'll be most of what I need. I'll get my radio back from Dek and... Why am I talking out loud?"
Boogie shrugged and started looking for some ammo storage. He found a box with five ammo chambers. He picked those up, kept four of 'em in his vest and loaded one up into the rifle. The average "click-click" was heard.
"I think I'm done here... Hey what's that?"
Boogie spotted another grid which carried one last grenade.
"Yeah, this could be so usefull."
He picked the grenade off the grid and pinned it onto his vest. Then he walked out of the room and straight towards Dek's corridor.
He stopped at the T-junction.
"Radio at Dek's... Yea, I'll go in there first."
Boogie walked into the lab, and it seemed that he found himself in a tense situation. Everyone seemed very confused. Boogie decided to just lean onto his rifle a bit.
"Hi. What's... up?"
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Scruben grinned as Jim freaked out again.
"Oh, there's just an empty shaft? That'd be the lift we used earlier. Relax, Jim. This place is different. People won't stuff you up when you forget to clean a spot here. They're really nice, compared to other factories. Erm... lets just go back to the cafeteria, calmly. Alright?"
He asked while he prepared to be dragged away again.
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(OOC: I'll skip a tiny little part.^^ lack of time...)
Floyd came out of the train puling a cart, with a pile of boxes strapped onto it, behind him. A visible note on one of the boxes read: Grinder Beak.
"Hah, this is pretty well thought of. The guy you had on the fone wasn't that dumb after all... Hey, I've seen you've finished the crates. Well done."
Floyd looked at Arthur with slight amusement
"Err, you can stay here, if that's what you really want to. Well bring the parts to the grinding area. As soon as I've seen Arnie I'll ask for people which can take care of these... crates. And I hope I'll see that robot... dude-thingie. I bet he knows how to install these parts."
OOC: Ack! Time lack. Gretin, you can control Floyd to bring the parts somewhere. Or, if I'll return earlier, I can take care of that... but right now I've got to go. Bye.