Shoving ammunition into her back jean pocket, she leads the way downstairs. They don't encounter any more beasts, which Grace thinks is a mixed blessing. She feels... watched.
"Here we go. Ought to be something useful."
The little window and sign out book look forlorn in their emptiness, but inside is a veritable stash of police weaponry. No metas, however.
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Shoving ammunition into her back jean pocket, she leads the way downstairs. They don't encounter any more beasts, which Grace thinks is a mixed blessing. She feels... watched.
"Here we go. Ought to be something useful."
The little window and sign out book look forlorn in their emptiness, but inside is a veritable stash of police weaponry. No metas, however.