Weapon storage and training grounds. Targets, test dummies, weaponry, tools for use of agents and guards can be found here. Exercise equipment is also available for use. Because of the physical dangers of their jobs, all employees must stay in top shape or risk their lives.
Kadmoss stepped of the lift and inspected the weapons, he had to admit he was impressed. He moved towards some of the smaller weapons, ones he could carry and use on a bike. But then again, he was hunting big game... "Any recommendations Orlando? Your the expect in weapons I presume."
*Wilson is focusing on the workout equipment, looking away from the weapons* "nice setup... I think."
"I wouldn't call myself an expert persay..." Orlando said running his hand over the barrel of his favorite tranquilizer gun that Alexandra had taken away from him. It fired like a shotgun, but while it did drop it's target, it was the least lethal weapon in the whole room. He watched the demon carefully. Wilson didn't want to kill Lando, but Kadmoss? There was no telling what he would do.
"Well your more of an expert then me, plus i figured since your a government agent then you'd have been one." Kadmoss started browsing, looking for some kind of high powered rifle.
*Wilson takes notice of the Tranq gun as you draw attention to it, and starts taking a look at the tranqs available* "ooh, lets see if there's any good ones here..." *Wilson knows a thing or two about tranqs. The most common illegal activity (besides when Burnts sometimes kill people who scare them) that Elsens engage in is the purchasing of powerful tranqs, like Diprenorphine. useful for helping other Elsen when they panic and become Burnt, or taking a little to fall asleep at night*
"You might be more comfortable with a blade instead of a gun." Orlando suggested to Kadmoss. "Machine guns aren't the best for taking down an opponent." He chuckled. "Wilson, what do you know about tranquilizers?" Orlando asked.
"Plenty. There's potency vs stoping force, or how strong it is vs how quickly it can take effect... After effects, and price. We need to know our tranqs for both Burnt and not. Um... Its ok that I know tranq stuff, right?"
*he's still looking, seeking a tranq with low after effect, and high stopping force*
*he's still looking, seeking a tranq with low after effect, and high stopping force*
"See, you are an expert after all." Moving to the blades he hefted two gladiolus's, sword stabbing Roman swords. Testing their balance he preformed a series of Movements, stabbing at invisible opponents. Satisfied he attached them to either side of his hips, as well as attaching a high power, semi automatic rifle across his back. "These are perfect."
"Try to come up with a tranq that can take down a large beast. I want elephant tranquilizers in him before we even try to approach." Orlando instructed. "As for you kid, you need to focus on injuring not killing. Your machine gun technique? Sloppy. You didn't even manage to kill one of us. Take your time. Choose your shots wisely. If you get in close," He nodded to the swords. "Use on limbs, tendons, and muscle. You want to maim but not kill."
"Your advice is appreciated." He nodded. "So next question, how are we going to find them?"
*selecting a number of the specified Elephant tranqs, Wilson moves on to seek a long range Sniper rifle that is compatible with the payload he has selected*
"Anyone that enters the facility is given a tracking chip implanted in the back of their neck. Alex will probably give you one as well before we leave. We can then track your location through GPS tracking. The werewolf has such a chip. We will track him through that."
Kadmoss paused, about to refuse one. Then realising the answer would be either forced tracking, or torture and death. Another question sprang to mind, one he felt he needed to ask. "So your boss is using us since the werewolf is too powerful for your normal stuff right? So what happens when all this is said and done and we got him?" The answer he feared was torture and death, or they would be joining as unofficial hunters. He doubted they'd be pardoned.
Orlando shrugged. "I do not know. Alex said that you were to be pardoned, but she is not known for keeping her word. She is an agent after all." Orlando laughed bitterly.
"Oh I suppose you'd enjoy seeing us hang, or worse wouldn't you, your an agent after all." Kadmoss spat furiously, taking his laughter to be against monsters.
Orlando paused and looked at him with a sigh. "We've gone over this before, Kadmoss. I don't want to kill anyone."
Orlando's earpiece buzzed.
"You quite done down there?! How long does it take to pick a weapon and call it good?! Pick up the pace, we need to get out there before it gets dark, or worse, somebody gets mauled!!"
You can hear Alexandra moving a few items around in the back of a truck through the earpiece. She angrily mutters something under her breath, quiet enough to hear but also too quiet to understand.
"Just get yourselves up here, or else I'll come down there and give you a piece of my mind. I expect you outside in no less than five minutes. Failure to do so will result in..."
There is a loud sound from Alexandra's side that sounds like a large container falling onto the ground. Alexandra barely contains an enraged shout.
"FIVE MINUTES!! GET GOING!!"
Communication stopped and Orlando's earpiece fell silent.
"You quite done down there?! How long does it take to pick a weapon and call it good?! Pick up the pace, we need to get out there before it gets dark, or worse, somebody gets mauled!!"
You can hear Alexandra moving a few items around in the back of a truck through the earpiece. She angrily mutters something under her breath, quiet enough to hear but also too quiet to understand.
"Just get yourselves up here, or else I'll come down there and give you a piece of my mind. I expect you outside in no less than five minutes. Failure to do so will result in..."
There is a loud sound from Alexandra's side that sounds like a large container falling onto the ground. Alexandra barely contains an enraged shout.
"FIVE MINUTES!! GET GOING!!"
Communication stopped and Orlando's earpiece fell silent.
Orlando mumbled obscenities as his earpiece disconnected. He picked up his knives which had been taken from him, sliding them into their proper she the on his clothing. "Okay. We need to get going." Orlando told the other two as he picked up his tranquilizer gun. "With any luck, we'll be able to take my truck."
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