As expected, the armory was already looted before he could get there, disappointed but not surprised, Ryan looked around to see if anything remained that he could use. For his shotgun is down to its last five shells. "Huh, ya think they'd leave something behind… greedy bastards, whoever thought hogging all the guns and ammunition was a good idea." Ryan thought as he looked around the room, after some searching however, he did come across a box of shells and a frag grenade. "Well, at least I won't be leaving empty handed." Ryan chirped as he made way for the airlock that led to the outside surface of Mars. Ryan seldom had to make trips during his training to the Mars surface, once or twice they had him put on a pressure suit, but only for minor things, moving toxic waste barrels to the outside containment areas and helping unload cargo from supply ships.
Ryan found the last available pressure suit and put it on, they designed these suits to slip right over combat armor, and had an oxygen mask that clips right onto the helmet's air filter. But before he could leave, another one of those imps came crashing through the vent above, Christ these things were a mess, brown leather like skin, red eyes, and that smell… makes Ryan wonder if hell isn't just some large sewer. The imp took sight of Ryan and threw a fireball at him, Ryan took cover behind a crate and blind fired in the Imp's direction, he managed to wing the beasts' shoulder but it did little to nothing to affect it. Just then, another Imp came through the vent to join his comrade and ran towards Ryan's position.
He was a little luckier this time, for when Ryan blind fired over the crate again, this time he hit the Imp that was running at him, right in the chest, creating a hole large enough to see through, killing the creature for good. The other Imp roared with a tone of distress and began throwing fireballs with more fury than before. Ryan popped another shot over the crate and hit the Imp in the leg, this stunned the creature long enough for him to come out of cover and finish the Imp off. "Huh… that Imp didn't seem pleased when I killed his friend… makes me wonder if they have a larger sense of humanity than I thought." Ryan thought to himself as he activated the airlock to go outside.
The sudden change in pressure made Ryan feel tense as he first entered the outside Martian surface. Ryan has to keep in mind that these suits aren't built for him to be out for long; unlike the suits they give the miners and archaeologists. The PDA suggests that the training grounds was a hop and a skip away north (2 kilometers) Ryan cringed at how far that is, not that he can't walk an entire half mile, but something about it being on the surface of Mars makes it a tad bit unsettling. "Well, I better get to it if I don't want to run out of air." Ryan said to himself, he checked out the air gauge to see how much oxygen he had to work with "reckon 80 percent is enough to get myself there… I hope." Ryan thought as began the walk north.
