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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Thomas Hobbes" data-source="post: 1339191" data-attributes="member: 8623">"Oh, huzzah.  Road trip."  John sighs.  "Oh well.  At least I can read."  He heads towards the door.  "I'll meet you in the armory; I need to pick up some stuff from my locker."  The Institute provided small storage spaces for personal storage; and that was, for the obvious reasons, where John habitually kept his firearms.  Truth be told, despite the hours at the firing range over the preceding months, he really wasn't comforable with them.  He was a decent shot, knew how to keep safe, and, in fact, took a certain boyish glee in discharging little bits of metal at high velocity downrange- a glee that harkened back to his younger years when he would play G.I Joe with friends and his less-younger days when he played first person shooters on his computer during highschool.  He's fully aware, however, that he lacks any sort of killer instinct.  He had read once that in the second world war, a study had shown that 80% of fresh recruits would, given a chance to kill an enemy, hesistate.  John is entirely certain he fit that paticular statistic, and wasn't terribly apologetic about it.  But he also knows that, seeing what he's seen, it may be a liability, and perhaps a deadly one.  It's a disturbing thought.So it's with some hesitancy that he places a shotgun and ammunition into his black range pack and puts in his pistol and holster after it (no need to wear it during the trip, obviously).  He puts the not insignificant weight on his shoulder and heads to the armory.edit: John'll pick up taser, stun gun, pepper spray, and whatever silvered rounds they were going to give me.</blockquote>

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