Exiled - Murder Drones Reader Self-Insert [HIATUS]

13: Mall Shootout

Early Night

2/27/71

Nearly all the gun stores were empty. Go figure. We had flown around, I think, 6 of them already.

There were a few boxes of ammunition, but most of them were just 9mm, not the 5.56 required for the xk-30.

An annoying little error message keeps popping up in my top left screen, warning me of a few of my sensor malfunctions. Yes, I know there's something wrong with them, since I can't switch over to those optical sensors.

But yet, when I go to dismiss the message, it goes away, and it comes back!

Damn this new tech.

Anyways, I was flying both Robert and Y/N over to the gun mall. It was the epitome of pure American Freedom; whatever that meant. It was what you think it is, a mall that sold only firearms and firearm related items.

You could buy tactical flashlights (flashlights with shoulder stock, holo sights, and laser), tactical glue sticks (glue sticks with shoulder stock, an ACOG, and laster), and last but not least, a tactical cell phone holder (cell phone case with large shoulder stock, holo sight, camera extension [for better videoing and recording], and laser). Although I'm sure any lawyer would advise against bringing the tactical cell phone holder to any academic premises.

As I landed in front of the mall entrance, the two clumsy humans coughed a few times, after breathing in too much dust and snow.

"Dang, learn how to land properly, please," Y/N said, stumbling towards the front doors.

"You can walk back if you want," I replied. "I'm still learning how to fly properly."

Y/N grumbled, and pulled on the door handle.

"It's locked," they said, tugging harder on the handle.

"It's not going to be getting unlocked any more than it is," Robert said, sighing.

I walked up to them, kicking the door. The glass shattered. Grabbing the metal bars that reinforced the door, I pulled hard, ripping them off their welds.

"See? It worked," Y/N said, stepping in.

"Sure," Robert said, walking into the door he was in front of.

"Wrong door, bud," I said, guiding him and his bruised nose towards the door I had smashed open.

"danks," Robert said, rubbing his nose with two of his fingers. "I can't see."

I sighed.

"Where's Y/N anyways?" I asked, looking around.

I spot them, standing in front of one of the gun stores.

"Look what I found!" they shouted, running towards us, as a beam of light almost blinded Robert and I.

The tactical flashlight.

"What is that thing?" Robert, asked, poking the modified flashlight.

"Tactical flashlight," I said, and repositioned it on Y/N's hand. "You hold it like this."

They pretend it's a gun, holding it up to their shoulder, looking through the holo sight.

"Let's just start looking around already."

>-<

Before Midnight

Robert had found a dead worker. Or soldier. Or whatever. He had found it behind the counter of a small snack store sandwiched between the official Heckler and Koch firearm store and a 'mom and pop' gun store.