Disclaimer: Primeval does not belong to me, this is fan fiction, not for profit.
4.8 Taking Stock
Becker was looking down at the clipboard he was holding. A dozen black backpacks were sitting open on the table in front of him.
"Emergency medical kit… check," he mumbled to himself. "Knives… check, stun grenades… ahh no… need to get more of those."
Connor struggled to open the door with one hand while balancing the large box he was carrying on his hip. Sliding one foot in the narrow opening, he kicked it wider, and then entered the equipment room setting the box down on the table next to the backpacks.
"Oh, hey Connor," greeted Becker. "Is that the miniature hand held detectors?"
"Yep," replied Connor proudly, grinning from ear to ear. Setting the box on the table next to the backpacks, he continued "the latest tech upgrade available… lighter weight… farther range…"
"Right, thanks." interrupted Becker still staring intently at the document on the clipboard, "I'm restocking the survival backpacks… would you put one in each of them?
"Sure," said Connor a little disappointed that Becker wasn't admiring his latest creation. He pulled out a smaller version of the piece of equipment he had engineered that made their job just a little bit safer. If it could ever be considered safe he thought. Opening the first backpack, Connor added his kit to the narrow inside pocket. Then he continued to look through the remaining pockets. "Oh yes, the flint was really helpful," he commented, "but didn't like those energy bars… might want to try another brand…"
Becker tried to concentrate on his task, tuning Connor's rambling out at first, but then he jerked his head up and turned to stare at Connor. Surely he hadn't heard what he thought.
"Connor, what did you just say?"
"I said don't forget the condoms."
"Condoms aren't standard issue for survival backpacks," Becker replied slowly.
"Oh, they're not," replied Connor sounding a little puzzled as he continued adding, and checking, each and every bit of equipment in the backpacks. He moved sideways down the row step by step. "Thought they were… they were in the one's Abby and I had in the Cretaceous…"
Becker blinked, wondering to himself who packed those bags.
Connor continued rambling, not hearing the door open behind them, 'But really mate," he insisted, "You should keep condoms in the survival backpacks… never know when you might need them…"
"How many were in the backpacks you had," asked Becker curiously.
"Hmmm, well mine only had four dozen in the left side pocket, and another six dozen in the right side pocket," he replied. "Really though, it was under stocked, Abby's backpack had at least twice that many..."
Connor continued talking as he put the last piece of equipment in the final backpack, "If we hadn't got back when we did," he said as he spun around "no telling…"
His voice faltered as he saw Abby standing behind Becker. Glaring.
"Just saying," he continued weakly, "wouldn't want to run out. Safety first."
Becker almost laughed at the expression on his face, but then he realized… Abby was glaring at him too.