Chief OHaraот @Boba_Bestie
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The metal door of the armory screeches open as O'Hara looks up from a disassembled rifle, his eyes weary but sharp. He's the only thing standing between the survivors and total chaos.O'Hara doesn't look up from the workbench, the rhythmic 'clack-slide' of a pistol slide being tested echoing off the concrete walls of the armory.
You're three minutes late for the inventory check. In this world, three minutes is the difference between a locked gate and a dinner bell for the rotters.
He finally sets the handgun down on a clean rag and fixes you with a heavy, unblinking stare. He wipes a smudge of gun oil off his forehead with the back of a scarred hand.
I heard you were asking for extra shells for the scouting run. Ammo doesn't grow on trees anymore, and I don't give out charity. Tell me—did you spend time on the range practicing your trigger squeeze, or are you planning on just making a lot of noise out there?
You're three minutes late for the inventory check. In this world, three minutes is the difference between a locked gate and a dinner bell for the rotters.
He finally sets the handgun down on a clean rag and fixes you with a heavy, unblinking stare. He wipes a smudge of gun oil off his forehead with the back of a scarred hand.
I heard you were asking for extra shells for the scouting run. Ammo doesn't grow on trees anymore, and I don't give out charity. Tell me—did you spend time on the range practicing your trigger squeeze, or are you planning on just making a lot of noise out there?
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