originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Might be worth a shot." Ransley stated, as they approached a large, steel door.
Ransley knocked on it, and a slit in the gate was opened, a pair of eyes looking at the trio.
It closed soon after and the door was opened, revealing the storeroom.
Ransley and Steel moved inside, and as Steel looked around it looked exactly what one might expect from a store room
Bookshelves sat against the walls, piled with medical supplies, and in the middle of the room were crates on top of crates
"We have enough food to last us a month, with our numbers. If we ration, maybe three months"
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The Enforcer walked up to one of the crates; the blade he nearly killed the driver with extending from his armor. After a moment of looking it over, he drove the blade into the crack between the lid and body of the crate.
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"What the hell are you doing?!" Ramsey asked, staring at the box and the sword that was stuck in it
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"Looking, Commander. It smells too much of war here, so I'm using my eyes."
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"Well of course it bloody does, we've under siege for the last month." The commander said, almost annoyed
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"Not what I meant. I've been cyberneticly and genetically enhanced to have a highly acute sense of smell. It literally smells like a million ongoing battles here. Practically blinding to the nose," The Enforcer looked into the box.
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The bow contained packs stacked up onto one another, with the words [i]Ham Sandwich[/i] painted over the strange foil that it was inside. Others said [i]Steak, Tomatoes, Grilled Cheese [/i] the list went on
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"Ooooh yeah. You guys need new food. Not in a disrespectful manner, but C-rats aren't efficient line rations. Hour to waste-dump every three days breaks morale. We'll get Class A-rats on the supply line."
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"It's all we have really. Most of our A-class was destroyed. We used to have safe houses, which are now gone." Ransley said, looking away from the gruesome state of food
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"Don't worry about it. Just worry about holding the city, I can take care of logistics," Clamping the lid back onto the crate, the Enforcer headed to the exit.
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"Logistics, meaning supply routes?" Ransley asked, going after Steel as the two went up the stairs to the Grand hall
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"Supply lines, airlifts, safehouses. Might even try to set up a militia for reinforcements."
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[spoiler]Where you banned or something? [/spoiler] "Huh..." Ransley said as the two exited out into the grand hall "Keith will lead you from here." Ransley said, turning and leaving as Keith went towards the exit
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[spoiler]nah[/spoiler] Walking out of the command center, Enforcer Steel tapped the comm on his head, "Ananke, what's the status on our holo-emitters? Uh-huh. Yeah," Imputing a a short code into his datapad, he scanned Keith, "Scan uploaded. Yes, as many as the suit can handle. Fine, Ninety-percent with priority on summons."
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Keith stopped, remaining silent as Steel spoke over his comms