Worse Than the Disease IC

[GnomesofZurich2]

Richard removes his revolver from his belt, then empties his pockets of the bullets brought from the Shelter, handing the lot over to Tariq and replacing the pocket bullets with the rifle rounds. There was never really that much call for rifles when policing an underground city, so Richard wasn't as good as it as he'd be with his pistol, but he was confident he'd do well enough. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder, he walks over to pick up the sack and tent before nodding at Sean.

"Let's go."

"Hey, thanks!" Tariq is a bit surprised, but pleased with this generosity.