Post by futurepredator on Feb 8, 2011 13:10:21 GMT -5
Becker took a quick sip of his soda, which he had recently bought at the cafeteria, and resumed his job. He dragged the heavy weapons crates across the chrome floor, and dumped them in a neat pile next to a new set of empty gun racks. Unclipping the cases, he took out the latest revised set of high-tech EMD's, and positioned them neatly on the metal bars nailed into the weapon racks. It was heavy labour, as some of the EMD's could grow up to the size of a small sniper rifle, which accorded to the larger creatures they encountered, like that Spinosaurus, or the G-Rex at the airport. Of course, despite the weight of some of the more-complex guns, Becker had no trouble completing the job, and was soon removing the safety pins from the muzzles of each EMD.
He was halfway through unstitching the clips embedded onto the guns, when he heard a door click open behind him, and he turned around to see one of his men looking professionally at him.
"Sir. I could take over from here; relieve you of your duty, captain?"
"Oh, thanks. Steve, is it? Good job."
He patted the soldier on the back, before heading out of the armoury, taking his half-empty soda can with him.
He was halfway through unstitching the clips embedded onto the guns, when he heard a door click open behind him, and he turned around to see one of his men looking professionally at him.
"Sir. I could take over from here; relieve you of your duty, captain?"
"Oh, thanks. Steve, is it? Good job."
He patted the soldier on the back, before heading out of the armoury, taking his half-empty soda can with him.
