Maybe he could find some in this building and use it in his fight against Strike.
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After wandering around the building for ages, Chris finally found something promising.
He found a sector that seemed like some sort of armory.
The room that he was currently in was some sort of storage room for weapons and equipment, and Chris was currently looking for something that he could use.
Chris opened up a box at the far end, pulling out some sort of short metal cylinder.
What was this thing?
Curious, Chris inspected it. It was very shiny and smooth, but there was some sort of groove at one end of the stick. After more inspection, he noticed that a similar groove was placed near the center of the cylinder. Curious, Chris ran his thumbs over both of them.
Suddenly, the stick turned into some sort of dagger.
Chris almost dropped it out of surprise. He wasn't expecting that at all.
The dagger looked quite sharp, the blade glistening in the bright white light. It was a bit impressive that this company managed to create something like this. It was not conspicuous at all.
Chris ran his finger over the bottom and side of the dagger, which still had the same grooves. The dagger immediately turned back into a cylinder.
Chris raised an eyebrow as he looked back into the box. The box was full of these things.
Maybe they'll come in use later.
Chris set his backpack on the floor and unzipped it before proceeding to very casually grab a handful of the metal cylinders and drop them into his backpack.
It's not stealing if the person that owned them is dead. They're never coming back, why waste their possessions?
Chris closed the box and moved to the next one.
This box contained a bunch of small crystalline, clear, cubic polygons.
Chris picked one up. He didn't know what they were.
Suddenly, his fingers started to feel numb.
Chris quickly dropped the object, letting out small curses as he encased his now-chilly fingers with his other hand.
What the fuck was that?
The objects were quite small, they didn't seem to be useful if they only harmed the person holding them.
But it could be useful if thrown at the enemy somehow.
It was probably some sort of projectile then.
Chris closed the box. It wasn't really his style.
The next box that Chris decided to open was much smaller than the others. There was one thing inside.
The object inside looked like some sort of disk. It was about the size of a CD, but it was much bulkier. The disk was mostly this metallic dark green color, but the only that wasn't was this dark maroon button in the center of it.
Chris was about to press the button, but then he hesitated.
What if it was some sort of bomb?
After a few seconds of contemplation, Chris shrugged and decided to press it. There was no way that this could be a bomb. It was a strange shape to be one, and pressing a small button would be such a dumb, suicidal detonation method.
The disk immediately turned into something quite large, it now almost resembling a bazooka.
Damn.
Chris inspected it. The bazooka-like weapon had such a long barrel, attached to it seemed to be a kind of funnel. Some weird tank-like contraption was attached to the bottom near the trigger.
This looked like it could do some damage. How powerful was this thing?
Chris, still holding the weapon, walked outside of the room into the hallway and placed the weapon on his shoulder comfortably before aiming it down the other end of the hallway.
Then, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
It's not destroying other people's property if the person who owned it was dead. They're not coming back, why should he give them any respect if they won't see it?
Within about a second, the weapon made some sort of whirring noise and immediately sent out a very visible burst of force in the form of air. Chris almost lost balance.
The other end of the hallway rippled, before getting demolished.
Whoa.
It was some sort of air bazooka. It didn't require physical ammo, it just uses the air around it and returns it at high force.
Chris turned away and found the maroon button on the side of the air bazooka, pressing it once again. The air bazooka returned back to its disk form.
Holding the disk in his hands, Chris felt himself smirk. That was fun.
He totally wants to use this.
Chris walked back into the storage room and put the disk into his backpack.
This was quite fun to do.
He felt like a kid in a toy store.
A/N there's another section that i planned to put in this scene, but I need to sleep cause i have school and its getting late so I guess that this is going to be two chappies long :/
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