Jim found the box almost immediately and opened it with some ease. Inside was the new gear, drowned in an ocean of packaging pellets. It was made of steel, polished and had a coat of graphite for lubrication on the spur.
It was passed to Vincent, who slid it into place easily with the other gears.
"Great!" Luca said, "Hitori, try it again - and everyone regroup and get ready!"
Mitch had been unusually quiet, and promptly waited by the side of the door with a semi-automatic pistol from his stash.
Hitori then pushed the button, which made the gears turn in mechanical tandem and the garage door raise with some clattering.
Numerous crates were scattered in front of the group and stacked on top of each other, providing a fair amount of cover in the dim conditions, and some could be climbed on. Most of the boxes seemed to have stamps of medical supplies, ammunition and mechanical components. It was an open air area with a wall to help separate it from the rest of the yard.
Then - ahead. Guards. 3 of them. They were inspecting the boxes before Luca and company had come in, but had heard some gunshots and got armed to investigate.
"There they are!" One of them cried.
"Shoot them!"
One of them had come armed with a Zen Arms 10mm Submachine Pistol, and cocked it in response.
"Take cover!" Luca commanded as he dove in front of a crate with Jim and took out his SMG. The SMG toting guard promptly released a spray of bullets in the crew's direction.
Luca flipped the front stock of the SMG forward to create an extra grip, and stood up to return some fire (about 12 bullets) and got one of the guards in the back of their formation, but not the one with the SMG. The unanticipated recoil from the SMG had muddled his aim.
However, a shot did hit him - right smack in the right arm and he crouched back down, signalling for the others to let 'em have it.