Orders and the New Morning
The Russian Weaponsmith glares at Zaweri, about ready to break "repair" his gun the Russian way when Seb and his cousin Ivan come into the tent.
He picks up the form, looks it over, grunts approval, and then heads over to some crates and starts fishing out holsters, ammo, magazines, and most importantly... guns! "DUDE BE CAREFULL WHAT YOU ARE ****ING DOING OR YOU'LL MEET A ****ING PILE OF ****ING BULLETS IN YOUR ****ING FACE!And can you give me an RPG or an Ak47?", Ivan shouts at whom I'm assuming is Zaweri; his uncle (the armory clerk or whatever) chuckles, "Oh you always were the eager one Ivan, buteh... no, I can't give you anything that extreme as of right now. Besides you're clearing out a few who don't even have armored vehicles, you'll be fine." He grunts and the sounds of nearly thirty weapons clatter together as he pulls a load of guns out from the bottom of the metal crate. Setting them on the table he slides them all apart like they were cards. A vast selection of AKs, Sniper Rifles, M4s, and two large caliber pistols all lay side by side, with the pungent odor of gun cleaning oil coming off every single one.
Picking up a pistol he twirls it around in his hand so the grip is facing away from him, he extends it towards Ivan. "But you can have this cousin, its called "The Bear". A Russian made version of the Desert-Eagle, have a look." Upon closer inspection you see that it isn't magazine-based, but instead uses a cylinder system like a revolver, on the grip is a Soviet Star and the whole gun is encased in red and silver chrome. You also note how heavy it feels in your hand, like you're carrying a metal bar or something.
He then looks to the rest of the group and hands another "Bear" to Seb and tells the group the following: "Since I can't give you RPGs or anything explosive as that's being reserved for tomorrows raid, among other things, I'll give you these. As you know 50. Calibers are no joke, they were originally designed to get rid of American carbombs back when we first invaded; so instead of taking out carbombs, you could take out the engines if you shot it enough, either causing the car to die or to have it explode in glorious flame!" He raises his arms at the last notion, sounding generally excited about all that is going on.
He shuts-up for a moment and lets you peruse the rest of the weapons on the table. You have three AN-94s, an RPK, Mosin Nagant, three M4A6s, and enough AK-47s for the whole group. You pick up a gun and he'll tell you about it, when you got all you need just say your goodbyes and we'll fast-forward to tomorrow.
The Great White Border [Jove Update]
Snow begins to fall the closer you get to the dimly lit settlement, the closer you get the clearer the village becomes. You can see a series of small trailer homes all arranged into a cul-de-sac, main street is covered in snow with a saloon like building aglow with red neon lights with the sounds of laughter pouring from it, next to the entrance is a clinic with a wooden sign saying that the doctor is in, and most of the rest of the town looks like something out of a Christmas post card. All the lights hazily cut through the fog of snowfall, you can hear trees falling somewhere far in the west, and you barely see anyone in the town.
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