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charlie west, also known as 'cactus the angry elf' (littledeadly) wrote in immune_ic,

It was weird, preparing for the infiltration of a place populated by humans. While zombies required some element of stealth so you didn't wind up with a horde, they were ultimately pretty stupid and easy to sneak past. Humans took a bit more finesse, and Charlie was secretly excited for the challenge.

She'd managed to dig out what she had left of her old SWAT equipment. When Boston went down, she'd been one of the first to bust into the armory at her office, retrieving not only her equipment but enough surplus to arm half the safehouse she'd been staying at. When she'd left for NYC, she'd taken about half of it with her. It was what she'd brought along for Stone and O'Brien to choose from. Besides her own stuff, it was mostly basics: three sniper rifles, two carbines, six various semi-automatic pistols, plenty of ammo, and a slew of various silencers.

Charlie was kind of a hoarder when it came to weapons, but at least it was a vice that came in handy during an apocalypse.

The thunk of the hefty duffle bag full of weaponry being placed down announced her arrival on the pier before her voice did. Her greeting was merely a nod in Brandon's direction. There really wasn't a need for formalities, she figured. O'Brien could handle himself, and he seemed to have faith in Stone, and that was all she really needed to know. The three of them would get to know each other plenty over the next few hours. Hopefully they wouldn't be bonding over bullet wounds.

"Take your pick, chief," Charlie told her new companion, tilting her head towards the bag, as she fished a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of one of her many pockets. If she was going to get shot by crazy anarchists, she thought as she lit one and took a drag, she sure as hell was going to have one last smoke before they left.