Bringing The Arsenal: Overwatch

How The Arsenal survived Christmas

It was getting close, the 25th of December. However, I wasn't too excited for the holidays. The holidays, winter break, whatever, became more of an obstacle as I face many things for being stuck at a naval warehouse. First off, I can't connect with anyone; I don't want my friends to know what I am doing after I left the military. I don't have anything to eat since the freezer suddenly broke and it is too late to go shopping as I spent a lot of time raiding the Black Badge for weapons and scrap to sell to have cash for the following year. Even then, I tried to sell a good amount of metal to factories for a profit so I can buy myself some gifts, but they started winter break earlier than usual due to the blizzard, leaving me short on cash.

Besides the massive shortages, the raids on the Black Badge provided more ammo than before. Looks like I have enough firepower to raid anything, since everyone else is at home enjoying themselves. But a thought came to mind. I felt that being short on basic resources was a sign that my luck ran out. But then I realize it ran out a long time ago, and that is why I am here.

I look at my map on the table, a map of the U.S filled monopoly gameboard pieces of houses and hotels to symbolize all the known caches of the illicit weapons my friend in the ATF marked out for me. It looks like I didn't focus much on Hahira, a city as busy as New York that is nearly flooded with crime. Maybe I will give the city a surprise gift by taking down the dockyard that contained shipments of weapons from other countries. If I were to take that out, I could not only walk home with a lot of weapons, but I could earn a profit as well when the factories open again while ending a huge import of illegal weapons. I hop into the car and head for the city.

While I drove down the road near Hahira city, I spot people entering and exiting out of malls and stores. They are walking on the sidewalk carrying paper bags and boxes in the freezing snow. What the hell am I doing with my life? People are out there buying gifts for their family. And here I am, driving from building-to-building killing criminals and stealing weapons to continue the crusade. I hadn't taken the night off for a holiday celebration in two years and yet I still do this. But by the end of tonight, things will change and I will be thanked for what I have done for the people in the country.

As I went down the streets of Hahira, I could see the sight of ships out in the distance. It was once a great trade route for all types of manufactures, until times changed for the worse. Now, it is a place where the Black Badge smuggle weapons in from other countries. The U.S. customs security officer in charge has been accused of being paid off to look the other way and alert his new friends when the true patriot arrives. He dodged many trials, due to retracted statements from witnesses and disappearing informants. The Black Badge grunts have been given government issued firearms, making it tougher to raid. Still, taking out the docks will kill the flow of illicit weapons into the area and it will halt years of corruption from the government. As I'm near the entrance, I turn the van around and pulled in reverse. As the trunk touches the gate; I honk the horn. The gate opens, allowing me to enter in the docks. I park the car and climb my way to the trunk, arming myself and strapping on an outfit appropriate for tonight.

No one's POV.

An U.S. custom guard looks over his list of imports and exports and he lounges back in his office, counting the money he received for staying "overtime". He looks over the list of imports and exports while recording down the activities of the Black Badge into a ledger to make sure that no one in the cartel was selling off the product from their hands.

It was usually tucked away in a safe to protect it from the inspectors. He takes a breath of anxiety. He clearly had blood on his hands. Not only He kept a blind eye of illegal shipments, but he also plotted and conducted several murders on his co-workers who were not willing to keep their mouth shut. As he places the ledger into the safe, a loud honk echoed throughout the dock. The corrupt official looks around and spots lone van with the engine still running. He reaches into his radio.