Riley marched over to the P.A system after grabbing a first-aid pack from the pile of five lying on a crate. She needed to talk to Whittaker.
"Well hello there. I've barricaded myself on the roof with-"
"Cut the crap, Whittaker. I'm here for my gun."
"R-Riley?! You're still kickin'? Okay, forget what I was about to say. It's in the back room. Feel free to grab a laser sight and ammo, whatever you need. Is Cecile with you?"
Riley's expression changed into one of sadness for a second before she stiffened and became serious once more.
"No... she was shot by a CEDA dude..."
You could hear Whittaker draw in a breath of sadness.
"I'm... I'm mighty sorry, Riley. I'll let'cha be on yer way."
Riley smiled as the door swung open. She grabbed a laser sight and spoke into the P.A to her friend for the last time.
"Thanks man, y'all stay safe now."
She grabbed the gun off the shelf. It was a real beauty. Whittaker had it personally made for her. It was an M16 assault rifle, beautifully made and it had her name carved on the side.
Attaching the laser sight, she loaded it with ammo and slung some ammo clips over both shoulders, so that they crossed over.
She also grabbed two pistols and holsters from a nearby crate. Slinging her gun across her back, Riley knelt down to tie her steel-toed boots and grabbed a little fused object in the corner- a pipe bomb.
Standing on the balcony overlooking the Save-4-Less store and Kappel's Mall, Riley swung her pistols in a cowboy-fashion and shoved them in the holsters.
Placing one foot on the balcony railing, Riley scanned the area ahead before leaning forward slightly, ready to leap down.
"Time to lock and load."