Where is his shiny gun? WHO: Hansel, Sam, & Booker WHERE: Hodgepodge Manmade Blacksmith pot in the Catacombes WHEN: Wednesday 13th WHAT: Three guys and a kiln attempt to make some ammunitionfor the town. WARNING: Cursing. A lot of cursing.
Booker had half expected all the hard work he and Hansel had done to put together this makeshift kiln would turn to ruin within the next catastrophe. He didn't want to be a walking plague of negativity, but Marrowood hadn't given him much of a reason to believe otherwise.
He figured they may as well use the damned thing before something else happened or more people died. Namely, ones they loved.
At least no one had gone and tampered with it. Not yet anyways. Which probably was best considering Hansel and Booker were the least merciful sons of bitches this town probably had at the moment. Were there anyone else, they were hiding well.
Arriving early with the notes that Stiles and Elizabeth had provided, along with his own research from the library armed with his real life experiences, he was feeling perfectly confident. Booker usually approached things with a bravado that was only fitting for someone who death would spit back out. Making some skimpy ammunition out of parst and scraps and making it work was by far some of the easiest work he'd come into contact with in a long time.
All he had to do was wait for Hansel and Sam. In the meantime, he lit a cigarette and started organizing their pieces along a table they had set up so they could get a nice assembly line going.