Part VI: Armory
The armory on any normal day of the week is a beehive of activity. If it's not a drill, it's a meeting, a recalibration of equipment, maintenance, or planning next week's schedule.
Sometimes, it's all of those things at once.
Then again, sometimes it's just simply moving a piece of equipment from one side of the department to the other.
Which was happening that day. In order to do maintenance on some of the weapons racks the crew had to move several cargo containers of supplies over to the other side of the department. So everyone pitched in and the room filled with chitchat and laughter, sometimes a little swearing, sometimes an outright yell of pain when a container slipped and landed on a foot. Good clean fun for the whole family, right?
Well, good clean fun except for the small grease spot that ended up on the floor when Dimitri Nicropolous set his container down to get a better grip on it. Normally, he would have asked one of the others to get a mop and clean it up, that way he could see if the container itself had a leak or if the grease had been picked up from some other part of the armory. But the stain was directly underneath the container and so he never even noticed it.
If there was one thing that could be said about Malcolm Reed's department it would have to be that it was very clean. Every morning and every evening it was mopped down to get rid of any grease that might be lurking on the floor or the ladders. Others might think this a little anal but Malcolm knew the last thing anyone wanted to do was slip and fall and crack their skull open on the floor.
It sort of ruined a person's day when that happened.
But nobody noticed the poor little grease spot on the floor and no other grease spots formed to keep it company so it was very lonely.
Poor little grease spot sitting there with nothing to do...
The armory on any normal day of the week is a beehive of activity. If it's not a drill, it's a meeting, a recalibration of equipment, maintenance, or planning next week's schedule.
Sometimes, it's all of those things at once.
Then again, sometimes it's just simply moving a piece of equipment from one side of the department to the other.
Which was happening that day. In order to do maintenance on some of the weapons racks the crew had to move several cargo containers of supplies over to the other side of the department. So everyone pitched in and the room filled with chitchat and laughter, sometimes a little swearing, sometimes an outright yell of pain when a container slipped and landed on a foot. Good clean fun for the whole family, right?
Well, good clean fun except for the small grease spot that ended up on the floor when Dimitri Nicropolous set his container down to get a better grip on it. Normally, he would have asked one of the others to get a mop and clean it up, that way he could see if the container itself had a leak or if the grease had been picked up from some other part of the armory. But the stain was directly underneath the container and so he never even noticed it.
If there was one thing that could be said about Malcolm Reed's department it would have to be that it was very clean. Every morning and every evening it was mopped down to get rid of any grease that might be lurking on the floor or the ladders. Others might think this a little anal but Malcolm knew the last thing anyone wanted to do was slip and fall and crack their skull open on the floor.
It sort of ruined a person's day when that happened.
But nobody noticed the poor little grease spot on the floor and no other grease spots formed to keep it company so it was very lonely.
Poor little grease spot sitting there with nothing to do...