==== Undisclosed Warehouse– Delsauria - Noon ====
The boiling pot that was called a warehouse was the place picked for the crew of the Iron Ferret to meet up with the extra manpower, and while it only shielded them from the sun it did little to insulate them from the temperatures, but it served the purpose of helping them on their current assignment. The place wasn’t cramped, but it wasn’t spacious either with what it was currently storing, and anyone could notice it hadn’t been used for a long time from the dust that gathered on every horizontal surface and the dark stains of mechanical grease on some parts of the floor. Two exhaust fans lazily spun around their axis on the metallic ceiling, replacing the hot hair from inside the building with the hot air from the desert planet, making the building a place that someone would avoid in a normal day, but for the purpose that it was being used then it suited it just fine.
There were no windows on the walls, and the only natural light that shone inside came from sporadic holes in the slanted metal roof, raining down in coin sized beans, and one massive pillar of light coming from the opened sliding door on the entrance. The natural light was also complemented by projects on each of the four corners of the building, aiming below at the center.
The main object of interest was located at the center where several wooden crates, some piled and others opened, were stored, revealing their contents to whoever wanted to see: metallic ammo cans. Some of the cans were open, each carrying a variety of things, from entire magazines already loaded up and ready to go, to simply a bunch of bullets shoved to the brim inside the can. The other boxes that weren’t storing ammo also revealed to be containing grenades.
The ammo had been ‘appropriated’ from another warehouse not too long ago, and there was some kind of twisted poetry in the fact that it would likely be used against its former owner. What was more important about this ammo, apart from it being ‘free’, was that it wasn’t just regular ball ammo, a good portion of them were armor piercing or incendiary, to name a few. The ammo was also of varying calibers, although it was just for the chemically-propelled weapons that Nepleslia loved to use.
Further down the warehouse, and partially out of the light from the projectors, was a very big armored vehicle. There was nothing particularly interesting about the vehicle, it was big, bulky and armored, with a small electric turret on the top that housed a machinegun. Other than that it still had the colors of Nepleslia’s National Police Force, although if someone would bother looking into the local precinct’s inventory about that particular vehicle they would find out that it was, in fact, reported to be undergoing repairs; One thing that anyone had to love about Nepleslia was that one could get anything they wanted by greasing the right gears.
Desmond sat on top of the vehicle, his legs dangling from one side. The bounty hunter was fully clad in his Muur, with his jacket and sweater covering his upper body and the heavy cargo pants and boots covering his lower body under the armored plates. At first, the combination of clothing seemed crazy, but it was actually the most basic knowledge someone would need for a desert world like Delsauria; Since the ambient temperature was higher than a normal person’s average body’s, the clothes would keep the hot air insulated from them. It still wasn’t a pleasing combination, but it was the next best thing after the environmentally-sealed power armors.
The bounty hunter casually spoke with Jacob, who was standing beside the APC, while Helric sat on the open exit hatch behind the vehicle. The talk was suddenly cut short as the bounty hunter lifted his left wrist level with his face and then jumped off the armored vehicle. It was almost time for the new-arrivals to get there after they received his message with the location and time of the rendezvous, if they were punctual.
Since there was no way that just their small numbers would be able to pull off the assault, Desmond had called a few familiar faces and a few unfamiliar ones for the next job. What bothered him, though, was that, there was still a chance that they wouldn’t pull it with the extra complement if the key part of the plan didn’t succeed. It wasn’t brute force that would carry them out through that bounty, but instead the element of surprised and the initiative that they could pick how and when they would fight.
“Alright, try to look like you’re organized! These guys will be here any second now” Desmond called out, walking to the center of the warehouse where the crates were located.
The boiling pot that was called a warehouse was the place picked for the crew of the Iron Ferret to meet up with the extra manpower, and while it only shielded them from the sun it did little to insulate them from the temperatures, but it served the purpose of helping them on their current assignment. The place wasn’t cramped, but it wasn’t spacious either with what it was currently storing, and anyone could notice it hadn’t been used for a long time from the dust that gathered on every horizontal surface and the dark stains of mechanical grease on some parts of the floor. Two exhaust fans lazily spun around their axis on the metallic ceiling, replacing the hot hair from inside the building with the hot air from the desert planet, making the building a place that someone would avoid in a normal day, but for the purpose that it was being used then it suited it just fine.
There were no windows on the walls, and the only natural light that shone inside came from sporadic holes in the slanted metal roof, raining down in coin sized beans, and one massive pillar of light coming from the opened sliding door on the entrance. The natural light was also complemented by projects on each of the four corners of the building, aiming below at the center.
The main object of interest was located at the center where several wooden crates, some piled and others opened, were stored, revealing their contents to whoever wanted to see: metallic ammo cans. Some of the cans were open, each carrying a variety of things, from entire magazines already loaded up and ready to go, to simply a bunch of bullets shoved to the brim inside the can. The other boxes that weren’t storing ammo also revealed to be containing grenades.
The ammo had been ‘appropriated’ from another warehouse not too long ago, and there was some kind of twisted poetry in the fact that it would likely be used against its former owner. What was more important about this ammo, apart from it being ‘free’, was that it wasn’t just regular ball ammo, a good portion of them were armor piercing or incendiary, to name a few. The ammo was also of varying calibers, although it was just for the chemically-propelled weapons that Nepleslia loved to use.
Further down the warehouse, and partially out of the light from the projectors, was a very big armored vehicle. There was nothing particularly interesting about the vehicle, it was big, bulky and armored, with a small electric turret on the top that housed a machinegun. Other than that it still had the colors of Nepleslia’s National Police Force, although if someone would bother looking into the local precinct’s inventory about that particular vehicle they would find out that it was, in fact, reported to be undergoing repairs; One thing that anyone had to love about Nepleslia was that one could get anything they wanted by greasing the right gears.
Desmond sat on top of the vehicle, his legs dangling from one side. The bounty hunter was fully clad in his Muur, with his jacket and sweater covering his upper body and the heavy cargo pants and boots covering his lower body under the armored plates. At first, the combination of clothing seemed crazy, but it was actually the most basic knowledge someone would need for a desert world like Delsauria; Since the ambient temperature was higher than a normal person’s average body’s, the clothes would keep the hot air insulated from them. It still wasn’t a pleasing combination, but it was the next best thing after the environmentally-sealed power armors.
The bounty hunter casually spoke with Jacob, who was standing beside the APC, while Helric sat on the open exit hatch behind the vehicle. The talk was suddenly cut short as the bounty hunter lifted his left wrist level with his face and then jumped off the armored vehicle. It was almost time for the new-arrivals to get there after they received his message with the location and time of the rendezvous, if they were punctual.
Since there was no way that just their small numbers would be able to pull off the assault, Desmond had called a few familiar faces and a few unfamiliar ones for the next job. What bothered him, though, was that, there was still a chance that they wouldn’t pull it with the extra complement if the key part of the plan didn’t succeed. It wasn’t brute force that would carry them out through that bounty, but instead the element of surprised and the initiative that they could pick how and when they would fight.
“Alright, try to look like you’re organized! These guys will be here any second now” Desmond called out, walking to the center of the warehouse where the crates were located.
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