Post by Prussian Republic on Feb 20, 2016 20:52:45 GMT -5
The rain begins rather suddenly as William walks down the street in the late afternoon, the booming thunder sounds like artillery joining the already present crackle of gunfire in the distance. Most people had already left the town, women and children became nothing more than rats or birds in the middle of a firefight both ran for cover without will to fight or they got shot by a stray bullet or a frustrated fighter, anyone left around was either a fighter, reporter, had no where else to go, or was just plain crazy. William was an exception, he was none of those things, he might of been in the fighter or reporter category but it didn't really count since he wasn't reporting to the media and he wasn't supposed to fight anyone even if he could.
"Shit."
He cursed at himself as the rain began to wet his clothes and soak through to his body, he was dressed lightly and had left his umbrella at home. He looked down at the duffle bag he was carrying at his side with a sigh, he assumed the contents would be fine even if they got a little wet in the drizzle. He stopped between two buildings on the sidewalk and then turned on his heels, he walked up the stairs in the alleyway, shivering and shaking the wetness out of his hair before taking out a single key from his pocket and opening the door with it. The peeling wallpaper and exposed concrete were contrasted by the radio equipment humming around the room, giving off a faint heat that William enjoyed after the cold walk. He set the duffle bag underneath a marked map of the area that was pinned to the wall, the bag made a metallic noise as it's contents shifted around.
"Will?"
A feminine voice called from the white tiled kitchen, William would grab a towel off a vacant chair and begin to rub it around his head before walking towards the call.
"Cooking? You got tired of shitting bricks from those MREs?" William would say as he entered the kitchen.
"Yeah some guy down by the refugee park was trying to trade eggs for cigs, I took him up on it, got some good talk out of him."
"You traded my fuckin' cigs for eggs?"
"No." She paused as she flipped the eggs.
"Then you stole them?"
"No."
William shot Marie a frustrated look, he brought in his own smokes and didn't want them wasted.
"You're not making sense."
"Fine. Command sent in a few boxes of smokes with last week's supplies, they know that they're good for bartering in warzones, cigarettes are pretty much the official currency of shitholes world wide."
"Why didn't you tell me about this then?"
"Are you shitting me? Even the boss knows you'd just smoke 'em all yourself."
William was visibly frustrated, even if he knew that her comment was right he didn't like hearing it. Marie turned to him and gave him the first analysis with an up-down scan from her eyes, she took in a deep breath as if to ask him how he got so wet only to notice the rain outside before saying anything, letting out a sigh instead as she emptied the eggs out onto a paper plate. She held it out to him as if to offer but he put up his hand in polite refusal, William left the kitchen as she began to eat the plain eggs with a salt packet left over from an MRE. Back inside the main room he sat himself in front of the map and duffle bag he unzipped it and began to go through the contents. At the very top was a carton of cigarettes, he tossed it aside with a frown, below were this week's MREs. Then was a yellow notepad with the first page already written on; 'Don't go starting fights with these, emergencies only!'. Underneath the notepad were two BRS-15 rifles with holographic sights, he opened the bag's side pouches and found the loaded magazines he was looking for, two each, they'd probably have to get their own ammo on the black market minus the small weekly shipments they were bound to get.
He took both rifles and their ammo and put them in the closet with the weapons they had aquired on the mission, he then reapplied the padlock and plopped himself in front of a radio.
"Shit."
He cursed at himself as the rain began to wet his clothes and soak through to his body, he was dressed lightly and had left his umbrella at home. He looked down at the duffle bag he was carrying at his side with a sigh, he assumed the contents would be fine even if they got a little wet in the drizzle. He stopped between two buildings on the sidewalk and then turned on his heels, he walked up the stairs in the alleyway, shivering and shaking the wetness out of his hair before taking out a single key from his pocket and opening the door with it. The peeling wallpaper and exposed concrete were contrasted by the radio equipment humming around the room, giving off a faint heat that William enjoyed after the cold walk. He set the duffle bag underneath a marked map of the area that was pinned to the wall, the bag made a metallic noise as it's contents shifted around.
"Will?"
A feminine voice called from the white tiled kitchen, William would grab a towel off a vacant chair and begin to rub it around his head before walking towards the call.
"Cooking? You got tired of shitting bricks from those MREs?" William would say as he entered the kitchen.
"Yeah some guy down by the refugee park was trying to trade eggs for cigs, I took him up on it, got some good talk out of him."
"You traded my fuckin' cigs for eggs?"
"No." She paused as she flipped the eggs.
"Then you stole them?"
"No."
William shot Marie a frustrated look, he brought in his own smokes and didn't want them wasted.
"You're not making sense."
"Fine. Command sent in a few boxes of smokes with last week's supplies, they know that they're good for bartering in warzones, cigarettes are pretty much the official currency of shitholes world wide."
"Why didn't you tell me about this then?"
"Are you shitting me? Even the boss knows you'd just smoke 'em all yourself."
William was visibly frustrated, even if he knew that her comment was right he didn't like hearing it. Marie turned to him and gave him the first analysis with an up-down scan from her eyes, she took in a deep breath as if to ask him how he got so wet only to notice the rain outside before saying anything, letting out a sigh instead as she emptied the eggs out onto a paper plate. She held it out to him as if to offer but he put up his hand in polite refusal, William left the kitchen as she began to eat the plain eggs with a salt packet left over from an MRE. Back inside the main room he sat himself in front of the map and duffle bag he unzipped it and began to go through the contents. At the very top was a carton of cigarettes, he tossed it aside with a frown, below were this week's MREs. Then was a yellow notepad with the first page already written on; 'Don't go starting fights with these, emergencies only!'. Underneath the notepad were two BRS-15 rifles with holographic sights, he opened the bag's side pouches and found the loaded magazines he was looking for, two each, they'd probably have to get their own ammo on the black market minus the small weekly shipments they were bound to get.
He took both rifles and their ammo and put them in the closet with the weapons they had aquired on the mission, he then reapplied the padlock and plopped himself in front of a radio.
