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Bogo led me to a warehouse next to the police station. He turns to me, and begins to talk.
"My superiors believe for some reason, you might be useful. Therefore, they have asked me to reacquisition this warehouse for you, and provide supplies to assist. Your gear is in the back, in the main office overlooking the floor. There is a checklist of items you may want on the desk. Turn that into Clawhauser when you're done. Also, someone seems to think you might need help during your escapades. I doubt that, but they have given you an option to form a squad, that will be just a specialist squad on the outside, riot or something, but will be working to help stop Oblivion in reality. Any questions?" I'm surprised that they want to help me. But their troops and supplies are no good. I need military grade soldiers, and military grade gear. However, I reply with the notion that I know what I'm doing.
"Yeah, got it." Bogo starts to walk away, and then turns back.
"By the way, news teams are hanging around the front desk, and I think Clawhauser is going to piss his pants out of fanboy enthusiasm if Gazelle is still hanging around. Mind giving an interview to get them out of there?"
"...I have no idea what an interview is. Is it like a debriefing?"
"Pretty much. Add in really personal and embarrassing questions, a bunch of cameras broadcasting you all over, and the opportunity to get in really deep shit with the media, and you've nailed it in one."
"...hell no. Just shove the assholes out, you have authority, right?"
"Thought so. Tell me when you're done." Bogo walks off.
A brightly lit warehouse the size of a hangar is now mine to control. I also have almost unlimited money, and all my gear. I walk up stairs to the catwalk, that holds a web of offices around a central hub. That central hub has a nice, if plain common area. The biggest office, is apparently mine. Anchored right near the wall, it's the size of a small apartment. I walk in, and realize it is a small apartment. A small bedroom with a bathroom, a kitchen with a bar, and a living room. It's all hidden behind sliding doors, made out of wood. The front half is the office itself. Large desk, comfy chair, computer, and a filing cabinet. A big window overlooks the warehouse and the office web, and gray, keycode locked door is in front of a room the size of a walk in closet. I set the code as 21-42-02. Day I was pulled back in time. It asks for a…..detonation code, in case of intruders. I put in my birthday. The door clicks, and swings open to allow me to gaze into a room of my wildest fantasies. A walk in weapon closet. All my gear is in there. It's way too empty though. I'll need to accessorize with my paycheck, or from that checklist. Wait, am I even getting paid to save the world? I better be. Even heroes need to live. There is a note on my gear. WARNING:DO NOT TOUCH. GEAR ELECTROCUTES ON TOUCH. Well, that's cause it's DNA coded. Serves them right, for touching my gear. I step out and close the door, locking it. Sitting down behind my desk, I pick up a pen and the packet for acquisitions, that includes everything from food to planes. As I start to check off necessities, I wonder just how much this is costing the Force. Then I realize that I don't care, check off a motorbike for my own fun, and wonder if I can get away with asking for a helicopter. There's an old version of one that we used in my time, and some old planes/tanks too. I stare in disbelief for a second. I can't help myself from shouting out,
"I CAN BUY A TANK FOR FREE!"
Bogo sits at his desk, hoof on head, talking into a phone.
"Yes, sir, you did hear me correctly."
"Yes, he wants an A-10 Warthog."
"Sir, may I know just how much money we plan to pour into this guy?"
"...You're kidding."
"So this one man is worth more than my entire department? You trust him that much?"
"Ah, you met the "Keeper" guy."
"I guess we have to trust them."
"So tell him what we can't give him, and the budget limit?"
"Got it, HR" Bogo hangs up, and groans.
"Why why why does this have to be so complicated?"