"I'd charge more, if I was getting paid for dis." Remy went slinking down the hallways, trying to not obviously head for the weapons vault while getting there sooner over later. He swiped the stolen card to open the door and casually flicked the lights on. Whoo, trust the redneck conservatives to seriously fill up the pantry with plenty of things that go boom. Picking up a box marked 50cals, he pressed his free hand to the wall behind the ammo shelving. The surface began to glow and crackle, saturated with his biokinetic energy Things will get exciting in very quick.