Post by Daniel Caim on Jun 29, 2017 22:22:09 GMT
“
The Righteous Side of Hell."
This visit had been a long time in the coming. Daniel’s new rank might have come with large number of privileges, but it also came with piles of paperwork: mission assignments, training assessments, after action reports, and other mind-numbingly boring tasks. All of it eventually crossed the desk that came with his rank and he was forced to read, approve, and otherwise waste his time on each line of print. Sometimes he’d hardly even bother with reading it at all and just put his signature on the less important slips of paper.
Yay for being important…
However, today was one that was oddly devoid of mountainous piles of paperwork requiring his immediate attention. Daniel took full advantage of that fact and fled his desk for the armory. He flashed his identification to the guard, who simply nodded and unlocked the vault doors. A laser grid came alive as the massive metal door ground slowly to the side to reveal a long hallway ending in yet another door. A dozen or more automated turrets swiveled around to face Daniel as he stepped through. A pair of technicians behind a screen of bulletproof glass ran the scanner to confirm his identity. The grid disappeared and the turrets returned to standby mode. Then, the second vault door move aside, allowing the old wolf access to racks upon racks positively bursting with weapons.
The old wolf deftly wove his way through the stacked weapons until he came to the back of the vastly cluttered space where several rows of lockers were neatly lined up. He stopped before one label with the number “269” and input a memorized code into the lock. There was a sharp beep! that was swiftly followed by the sound of the lock turning. Daniel pulled the door aside, reached inside, and extracted the weapons inside.
He examined the twin kukris with an expert eye before spinning them in his hands. Then, he looked at a picture tapped to the inside of the locker door. “Sorry I’m late, kid.”
((OOC: The old guy's just remembering a fallen comrade.))
Yay for being important…
However, today was one that was oddly devoid of mountainous piles of paperwork requiring his immediate attention. Daniel took full advantage of that fact and fled his desk for the armory. He flashed his identification to the guard, who simply nodded and unlocked the vault doors. A laser grid came alive as the massive metal door ground slowly to the side to reveal a long hallway ending in yet another door. A dozen or more automated turrets swiveled around to face Daniel as he stepped through. A pair of technicians behind a screen of bulletproof glass ran the scanner to confirm his identity. The grid disappeared and the turrets returned to standby mode. Then, the second vault door move aside, allowing the old wolf access to racks upon racks positively bursting with weapons.
The old wolf deftly wove his way through the stacked weapons until he came to the back of the vastly cluttered space where several rows of lockers were neatly lined up. He stopped before one label with the number “269” and input a memorized code into the lock. There was a sharp beep! that was swiftly followed by the sound of the lock turning. Daniel pulled the door aside, reached inside, and extracted the weapons inside.
He examined the twin kukris with an expert eye before spinning them in his hands. Then, he looked at a picture tapped to the inside of the locker door. “Sorry I’m late, kid.”
((OOC: The old guy's just remembering a fallen comrade.))
