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3571
I take my rifle off my of back and load a bullet before looking at how many lines I've engraved into the side of it. "Forty three."

3572
After I finish sorting I look at my rifle. I grab it and look at it for a bit. I check to see if there was a bullet loaded, but to my luck there wasn't. I find a box full of a ton of bullets for this baby and exit the hut. After climbing down, I walk over to where I would sleep, reach under my crappy bed and pull out a case. After opening it, I look at my SMG and Silverballer. I touch my lips then touch both the guns, close the case and slide it back under the bed. I then tear off a bit of my blanket and fold it into a hobo bag thing. I open the box full of bullets and pour them into the bag. I then knot the bag so it stays on my pants via belt loop. Not hanging too far down but not too small that there isn't some extra room. "I'm ready, let's go." I say as I walk over to the base of the hut.

3573
"What did I just say?"

3574
I put my eyes back onto sorting. "Take anything but the heavily modified Silverballer, the SMG in the same case as the Silverballer and the rifle."

3575
"Don't even go there..." I mutter, completely stopping to look at the woman. "You have no idea how many heads I've taken with that thing, and if you want to, I've engraved a new line into the side of it for every life. People have given me bullets with prayers engraved on them to load into that baby to put between the eyes of somebody they hate..."

3576
"This thing has a weight limit you know..." I say, not taking my eyes off of my ammo sorting.

3577
I start opening boxes, looking at what type of ammo is inside. I've tucked so many magazines, clips or shells inside a single box that not one more could be added. I began placing them in piles depending on what weapon they're used with. "I already told you. People supply me with what I need along with money to kill who they want me to kill. I'm hired to kill, not take a trip to Wall-Mart."

3578
"I suppose so, but just remember I have yet to clean up. I did manage to keep all the ammunition in boxes depending on size or if it's explosive or not though, but those boxes are just scattered around. As for guns, they're just lying everywhere."

3579
"What are you looking for?"

3580
I look around, making sure nothing has been touched. There's hut thing on stilts in the center of the large room. I climb up the ladder in front of it and crawl inside. "It's all here."

3581
We reach a door in the wall. It's made of metal, and has been torn apart. "They've been here." I say emotionless as I kick the door down, revealing what looks like the inside of a house made of scrap metal and other trash.

3582
I look around, and begin walking. "Five minutes."

3583
I remove the manhole cover and climb down.

3584
The car jerks a bit as a quiet pop can be heard. I exit the car and begin struggling to push the car off the manhole. "That's how you disable a car's breaks... Don't ask how I know..." I grunt as I push.

3585
I enter the car and look around. "Oh look! Wires!" I exclaim as I begin grabbing at thing, by legs on the seat.

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