After everyone had went to bed, Seth sighed, and went back to his office. if people needed him or his company, they would know where to find him. He sat back down and began to load more magazines. As he did, his mind went back to his last day in the USMC.
He remembered laughing at a joke Lance Corporal Thompson made, then hearing a blood curdling scream. A camel spider had lunged from a roof, taking down Msgt. Davis and ripping the throat out of him. Both Seth and Thompson put a clip of their standard issue M468's into the spider, but it jumped away. It was incredibly fast, but the scream of Pvt. Henson made Seth turn around and the blood drain from his face. There were 7 of these hyped up spiders. All he remembers after that is the screams of dying marines drowning out the orders he was shouting. The spiders killed 17 men, and left 8 remaining. He found out later these were Lycanthropes, men who had supernatural abilities. Werewolves, essentially.
The screams of those soldiers acted as a lullaby, and he fell asleep with a half loaded magazine in his hand.
Posted on 2009-01-12 at 06:21:38.
Edited on 2009-01-12 at 06:35:28 by Bezmir
Seth fell backwards out of his chair. He shook the grogginess out of his limbs for a minute, and looked to see Rose laughing. "Hey, that wasn't funny! But alright. What size ammo do you need, and what gun?"
"Don't worry, rose. I'll treat it as if it were my own kid." He carefully inspected the engravings on the side. "I never thought I'd have to hire out an entire factory to produce this many silver bullets. But I must say, it's turned out to be quite profitable. But anyways, you're gun takes 9 mm parabellum rounds. How many clips do you want?"
Seth laughed. He handed her a backpack. "Here. This bag has 15 high capacity mags of 18 9mm parabellum rounds. So, in this bag, you have 270 rounds. Do you think that's enough for now? Remember, you guys are the only ones that get this stuff for free. Oh, and by the way, I'm tired of HQ. Next times you guys are out, care to bring along an old soldier?"
Groggily, Travis opened the door to Seths office. He pulled out the credits he had earned from his last missioned and eyed an assortment of weapons Seth had for sale in the corner of the office. One was an Ivory and Gold Plated M-4K5 with a Chainsaw bayonet...it made Travis' eyes water to look at such a beatiful peice of equipment. He calculated the price, removed a sum of credits and threw it down on Seths desk.
"That should cover it."
He opeend the case and lifted the heavy rifle into the air. It was beatiful. Toward the door he saw Rose walk out, and he followed her.
He put a hand on her shoulder and said, "Rose, I know I was supposed to go with you, but I just got a call from Major Hoffman, he wants me elsewhere. Please let me know if you run into any trouble...even then, I doubt I'll be able to help."
Posted on 2009-01-12 at 06:48:06.
Edited on 2009-01-12 at 06:49:07 by Babaloo
Seth whooped when Rose left. He grabbed some gear he had acquired over the years. He grabbed a Colt 1911 .45 out of his desk, loaded a magazine, and held it up. The gun metal felt cool to the palm of his hand. He liked it. he put six clips into the matching spot on his belt. He grabbed a satchel for everyone, which had two fragmentation grenades loaded with silver shrapnel. He then picked up one of his beauties. a 500 Tactical 12 guage, pump action shotgun with an 8 round magazine. He grabbed 24 shells.
After his equipment was readied, he put them aside. It was time for him to focus on his real business. He opened up his laptop to email the owner of the ammunition plant and ordered more bullets. He supplied silver, so the factory only charged him labor. He was a lucky businessman.
He then sat back. He knew the others should be in here soon, so he sat back and waited.
He moved back into Seths office and sat down. Seth was typing an E-mail with furious intensity. Travis pulled his old M-4K5 off his back, removed a magazine, and gently stroked the side of the wepon, so many memories with this gun.
"Here." He put the old weapon on the table, "Never EVER sell that gun, I'm giving it to you because I noticed you dont have one on your wall up there. And can I ask a favor? Can you tag along with Rose and Max, I'm worried theyre headed into trouble, pretty much up Sh** Creek without a paddle. I'd be aprecative if you followed along. Just keep your distance, I dont think they'll take to kindly to you tagging along."
Posted on 2009-01-12 at 06:54:46.
Edited on 2009-01-12 at 06:57:21 by Babaloo
Seth looked at Travis. "I'll do it. Just tell me the destination, and I'll be prepared." He grabbed his M8, and donned the belt. The shotgun can stay home. He checked his leg holster to make sure his 1911 was secure, and then he looked at Travis, ready to go.