The Deadland

[After the supplies were gotten, it was time to get things organized in the apartment. Everyone had their own bedroom, Lelouch placed Suzaku in the one nearest the entrance to the apartment. It was time for this odd trio to get to know their new member a bit better.] Fletcher, put the boxed food away in the kitchen cabinets. I suppose I'll have to make do with nonperishables for now. [Heavy sigh. So inferior.]

[Follows after with another shopping bag, putting things away very meticulously.]

[ You know what they need more of? Guns. Well, everything is what they need more of, but Lightning is feeling a little antsy without some kind of weapon weighing down her holster. The moment they all split up to search the areas around Mercy, she heads to the bizarrely familiar police station. She's been through enough cycles that she can rely on the push-tug of lost memories, so when she slips inside and goes immediately for the weapons lockers further inside the building, she doesn't question how she can guess where they are. It's just convenient. ]

[ She leaves the station door open, because if she's the only one who thought of this, they're in a worse situation that they think. Cornelia may want to monopolise supplies, but that's a little short-sighted. If something happens to them, what'll the next lot do for weapons? Anyway, once she's found a burst rifle, she's satisfied. It even fits her holster, almost. Add a baton and she's set. ]

[ And then she hears movement nearby. ]

... Hey. Someone there?