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Chapter 5- Preperation

We walked down a dark hall for a while. Melinda stopped at a bulkhead and began turning it. She looked pretty strained doing it too. "Hey you want some help there?" I asked. "If I wanted your help I'd ask for it, now shut up pipsqueak" she began turning again. It took her a whole 10 minutes, but she did get it open. We walked down a hall that seemed unused for a long time. We walked down this tunnel for what felt like hours, then came to a door you only see in the richest of banks. A plasma reinforced titanium vault door, with retina, finger print, keypad, and vocal locks. "Uhh, where did you get that?" I was in shock. "Huh, oh you mean that?" she pointed to the door, "That we got from the good old Black Market, down in the Smelting District." She walked up to the numerous scanners and keypads and entered codes. After a couple of minutes she walked back and I heard the hissing of air. The door make a large clunking sound, and swung open. "Come on pipsqueak, lets go." And she walked past the door. I ran after her, and saw racks, upon racks of military grade rifles, exo-suits, and battle droids. "Was this place a military base or something?" I walked up to the racks. "Was, yeah, about a hundred years ago. All the weapons here now are from the Black Market." She went to a crate and flipped open the lid, and inside was a enough ammo to storm 10 military bases, provided you have the rifles, which were behind us. "Well? Go choose one punk!" she pushed me toward the weapons, "Ammo is here when ya need it." I walked around and looked. There were assault rifles, RPG launchers, pistols, semi-automatic rifles, bolt-action, basically every weapon ever needed. I reached the end of the hall and found something interesting. A weapon of war scarcely used now, and it traded stealth for accuracy if you didn't know how to wield it. Hung up on the wall as a compound bow with a 60 pound draw, which equates to about 120 pounds if it were a normal bow. I picked it up from the shelf, and the weirdest thing about it was how light it was. I pulled back the string with a slight struggle, but I got it back, and a laser sight flicked on when I had it all the way. I decided this is what I wanted so I took it along with my pistols, and a 8-pound sledge hammer just in case. "You sure you want that primitive thing?" Melinda was holding back a laugh. "Yes, I'm sure. Why what's wrong with it?" It seemed to be in fine condition to me. "Oh nothing, just you would probably be dead before you can fire." She handed me a quiver with 24 arrows in it, all with razor sharp heads. To test them I knocked one, pulled back, and fired into the wall. It slid in like a knife through butter, and even Melinda seemed impressed. I recovered the arrow, and there wasn't a dent or anything. She walked out of the vault and I followed. We reached yet another bulkhead, but Melinda didn't struggle with this one, so it must have been used frequently. She shoved open the door and another hanger opened up, but this time it was crowded with people, bustling about. "HEY! Everyone welcome Cisco here! With him we can finally march out to fight!" Everyone roared, but I became uneasy. What the fuck can we do against Chiron? The biggest, strongest company on the planet?