Chapter 20
"Preparations"
August 3rd 1995
Brian paid another visit to the Secondary Armory the next day around eleven o'clock. He needed to get some things before midnight. After coming through the door, he headed over to the row of gun-closets on the far wall, which held assault rifles.
Much as he had done the first time, he scanned the rows of closets, muttering the labels under his breath, though he found what he was looking for almost instantly, "Here we go."
He pulled open one of the four gun-closets that had '5.56' printed on the door. His face fell into an expression of disappointment when he saw that the alphabetical listing started with H. The first gun in the closet was the H&K-93, and it ended with the Ruger Mini-14. The labels however didn't matter to Brian, mainly because he had no idea what they meant. Not many people would, he guessed.
"Must be an Army thing," he muttered and closed the sliding compartment. He didn't know what the labels meant, he just knew that this was not what he was looking for.
He walked to the first gun-closet with '5.56' printed on the door and opened it. The first thing his eyes landed on was, indeed, what he was looking for. He reached in and pulled a Colt M-16 A1 from it's place by the combination rear sight/carrying handle.
Brian was always planning his next move, and now, he had to plan for a future which may be most inhospitable. A world where the only thing the future inhabitants of the planet understood was hunger and the law the came from the barrel of a gun.
He tossed the weapon lightly in his hands, testing it's weight.
"Kind of heavy," he said to himself, though he knew that at about seven pounds, this was one of the lighter rifles in the room, "Though I think I can handle it."
Brian took a soft shelled rifle case from under the table in the middle of the room and promptly shoved the M-16 inside. He took another soft shell case from under the table and returned to the open gun-closet and looked inside for a second, then withdrew a Colt M-4 Carbine. These are the shortened versions of the United States Military's famous M-16 rifles.
Nodding to himself, Brian stuffed the Colt M-4 inside the rifle bag. He tossed both bags on the table, then pulled a very large blue duffel bag from under the table and opened it. Brian moved to a metal cabinet in the corner of the room that had 'Attachments' printed on the door and peered inside. His eyes landed on what he was looking for instantly and he withdrew the M-203 40 millimeter grenade launcher. His eyes drifted to the top shelf of the cabinet and he shrugged before taking the M-203's heat-shield.
"This thing's gonna kick ass when I get it set up," he muttered to himself as he went to the ammunition closet.
It was called a closet, when in reality it was a room as big, if not bigger, than the weapons room he had just left. It had enough ammunition to outfit every soldier and most scientists in the facility.
With that much ammo, Brian thought, they won't miss a few rounds here and there.
After opening the door and flipping the light switch, causing the florescent lights to flicker to life, Brian let his eyes wander to the row of shelf's on his right side. He scanned them for a while, then found what he was looking for. He picked out a special magazine for the M-16, it was a dual drum magazine that was capable of holding one hundred rounds of ammunition.
He took twenty four of these magazines and put them in the duffel bag in the other room, then returned to the ammunition closet with the duffel bag in hand. He turned to the row of shelf's on his left, grabbed a handful of magazines for the Springfield 1911-A1 he took, then walked to the back of the room, where the shelf's ended and looked at the many belts hanging on the last third of the walls. Some were surplus military web belts, others were hunting belts that had 12 gauge shotgun shells already stuffed in the loops.
Hanging next to the belts holding the shotgun shells, were belts of 40 millimeter high explosive grenades, the kind that would be made famous in the movie Terminator 2: Judgement Day. He took two of these belts, a large ammunition box which was filled with thirty round box magazines for the M-16 and the M-4 Carbine he had packed, and two dust covered Vietnam Era Flak Jackets that looked as though they hadn't been moved since the Vietnam War.
Brian took these things, packed what he could in the duffel bag he had brought, and carried what he couldn't, as well as the duffel bag, back to his room. As he lay on his bed, he waited until tomorrow, when his transport would come and take him and one other passenger to Raccoon City.