(2016-05-09) Raiding the Police Station
Raiding the Police Station
Summary: Sara and Terry poke around the police station.
Date: 05.09.2016
Related: None
Players:
sara..terry..

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Police Station Stratford
Mon May 09, 2016 — Mon May 09 00:51:25 2016


The squat brick building is exactly what one would expect for a small town police station. It only consists of a few rooms with the holding cells in the back.

Dividing the large central room is a long counter with various desks on one side and a waiting area on the entrance side. The office of the Sheriff is behind a door to the left and a couple of interrogation rooms on the left. A secured door near the back leads downstairs to the long term holding cells.


Weather:
It is spring. The weather is warm and overcast.

Contents:
Sara -
Terry - 6'1", 175lbs of pure Massachusetts muscle. Brown-hued hair in a high-and-tight haircut. Green eyes. Camo jeans, GORE-TEX hikers, and a black shirt.
Exits: [O] N. Texas Street (NTS)
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For whatever reason, Sara is currently in the police station, looking through the remains of the paperwork nearby like she was looking for something. She has her shotgun with her, complete with an underslung bayonet, and a crowbar as well. She takes her time hunting through one of the desks, frowning softly and muttering to herself in Cantonese.

Terry is nearby, having tagged along. He has a weapon of his own, a nice-sized pistol, stashed away in a small-of-back holster tucked into the waistband of his jeans, beneath his shirt. He glances around, and decides to make for the station's gun cage, figuring he can score some extra weapons, ammo, or other weapon-related supplies for the camp. One can never have too many weapons, right?

Sara continues to hunt through the drawers, not seeming to mind that Terry has tagged along. The rogue Kamo Kid hunts looks pleased when she finds a strange shell and a bag of cheetos. The shell is put into her pocket, and she's quick to tear open the bag of cheetos so she can devour the insides. "I call dibs if you find a box of shells," she calls out to the man.

Terry subtly rolls his eyes. "Copy that," he responds, blinking as the girl tears into the bag of cheetos. Everything perishable he's found so far has been beyond rotted, so his immediate reaction is a flash of revulsion, though he quickly covers it with impassiveness. A quick riffling through the gun cage reveals a bag of animal crackers, which he tosses aside, along with an abandoned bullet-resistant vest. Due to the various types of projectile, it is often inaccurate to refer to a particular product as "bulletproof" because this implies that it will protect against any and all threats. Instead, the term "bullet resistant" is generally preferred. Of course, most folks might not know that…

"It is not good food, but I am trying to save rations," Sara replies to Terry, as she remains seated behind the desk. "These were not off, so I do not know why you make a face like that." She watches as the animal crackers and the vest are tossed aside. "If you think about it, you never saw us wearing vests like that," she comments absently. "You think that if they wanted to try and convince us, they'd at least give us decent protection."

Terry picks the vest up, and stashes it in his bag. "A means to an end… that's all we are." He shrugs. "Live or die, they get what they want." He continues searching, poking around, looking for—Hello! While going through one of the desks, he spots a handgun — a Sig Sauer P-250 9mm — and a pair of handcuffs, which he shoves into his bag (after ensuring the gun is on 'safe'). "Hot damn.. Backup piece." He grins to himself.

Sara tilts her head to the side and she watches as Terry picks up the vest, then locates a firearm and a pair of handcuffs. "If you do not have ammunition, you could use it as a club," she offers helpfully. "Or a hammer." She purses her lips for a moment. "Has much been going on with your people?" she asks curiously.

"We're surviving. That's the big thing." Terry responds, nodding to Sara. "Hopefully here soonish we can start getting some semblance of normalcy in place.. it's a work in progress." And that's all he says on the matter, continuing to poke around. Alas, his luck runs out. Nada.

Sara gets up from the table she was hunting through after finding nothing there. She hmms softly. "That does sound good," she offers, as she moves towards a cabinet. She gives it a kick with her foot before she opens it, and stands to the side. Who knows what might be inside. She arches a brow, as she continues to much on the snack she found. "Do you trust me, Terry?" she asks, as she reaches in with one hand to pull out one roll of shrink wrap, and then another.

"What's your plan?" Terry responds, a note of hesitation in his voice, though he tries to project confidence. He casts a glance toward Sara, curiosity piqued.

"Oh, I am curious," Sara offers to Terry, as she tilts her head and regards him. "Mainly how the people I have met from your Camp are feeling towards me. It's more so I know when I do not have to be on my toes when searching around here." She carries the shrink wrap over to the desk she was sitting at. "Well, not as much. I think there will always be people thinking that I'm going to kill them."

"Granted, I don't make a habit of going up to folks and asking "How do you feel about so-and-so," so I couldn't give you a real answer… but from what I can tell, folks are pretty relaxed." Terry responds, stretching luxuriously. "Well.. I think I might tuck in, get myself a few hours of shut-eye."

Sara seems to consider what Terry has said, and she offers a little nod. "Then take care. I will hold up here for the night, before moving back to where I'm operating out of," she comments. "Sleep well Terry." She takes a deep breath and hmms softly as she considers the police station.

Terry nods. "Stay safe." He offers a wave, packs up his gear — and loot — and heads off.

Scavenging Rolls

1 Shotgun Shells
1 Small bag Cheetos
1 Bulletproof Vest
1 Small bag Animal Crackers
1 Sig Sauer P-250 9mm
1 Pair of Handcuffs
1 Rolls of Shrink Wrap
1 Rolls of Shrink Wrap

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