Chapter 36.4: Shootout Picnic

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"Alright, we'll breach this door on my mark. Texas press the button on the count of 3, and I'll throw a grenade in. Got it?" Everyone was waiting at the door. They had made it past 3 stolen Atlesian Paladins and now felt nothing could stop them. Ruby was awake now despite her aura having broken from everything that had happened. She was amazed that these stimulants could keep her up and running when a broken aura usually meant not having the energy to fight or even keep awake many a time.

Instead of Cresent Rose, which was now slung around her back, she wielded Texas's chunky shotgun now, having also taken several rounds of 12 gauge flechette shells to reload the weapon.

"1...2...3!" Texas quickly pressed the open button at the side, and Floridaman throws an already primed F-1 grenade in. Texas then shuts the door again.

There was some panicked shouting, then a boom, finally nothing. The door was opened again, and everyone entered. There was smoke everywhere, and the members of the group had difficulty breathing easily, but it was manageable. On the floor were several dead white fang members all dead from the grenade's shrapnel blast.

"Fuck is there a ventilation switch?!" Moron shouted out feeling around the walls for a switch upon seeing there were fans to air out the wagon.

"Here." Katya flipped some sort of lever switch covered by a clear plastic cover, and the fans began to work their purpose.

The room began to clear of smoke, and everyone's eyes could work just fine now. This cargo carriage however was not carrying stolen dust like the others. Nope, it was carrying weapons and equipment and a great deal of them too. Crates of those weird chunky dust pistols the grunts had been using that didn't really shoot well. As usual, though, there was more, more guns from pistols to AT rifles reminiscent of second world war large calibre ones like the PTRD-41 and Boys AT Rifle.

There were crates of white fang masks, grenades, ammo rigs, and some earth equipment played out on a table...? It wasn't no small table too, one of those metal tables that you'd usually have catering on. At an immediate glance, the tarkov originals could recognise a Terragroup labs labelled AA-12, a tan FAST MT helmet, some sort of strange revolver that had light blue accent lights, and some sort of device amongst other random items.

"Hey hey hey...doesn't that look familiar..." Floridaman was right. That device on the table looked similar to the one that had brought them to remnant originally.

It was the same materials, the same wire layout, and the same general shape but had an iPad attached to the front via a mount and wires from the back for whatever reason. Floridaman took off the glove covering his right hand and carefully pressed the black screen of the attached tablet twice with his hand twice to check if it had power but nothing.

"It's off...welp I'm taking it." As Floridaman stuffed the device into his bag, Akula was drawn to the revolver, the weapon resembled something right out of Cyberpunk Edgerunners. Its blue accent lights and barrel weren't even in the shape of a circle but a large slit. He couldn't even see the end of the barrel looking down it, for it was all just a light blue glow. Its grip was some futuristic wood with the feeling of rubber, and he couldn't even open the chamber to see if it could be loaded. There was a small LCD display screen right above where the hammer should be with a blue battery symbol on it.

"I don't think this is Terragroup or remnant..." He mutters.

Not wanting to be bogged down like the others, Texas and Moron quickly move to open the door to the next wagon, but the moment the door slides open, they are shot at by the people inside. This gunfire was more accurate, too, striking Texas in the chest and sending him to the ground via force of impact.

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