The right to bear arms (GM)

[Abram Dabra]

Alright, his new helmet was finally up and running. After a few test runs and calibrations he had it up to optimal levels. And he also got a shiny new weapon to show for it. His electric baton tucked at his hip. Ready to be grabbed and extended at a moment's notice. The problem was that still required him to get up close and personal. And he really didn't like that one bit, and since his old gun had been thrashed before making his way to California he needed to find a replacement.

His first thought had been a military base or something. But that shit was probably picked clean. Police stations too. But then he thought maybe a jail. He doubted a lot of people headed to jail after the bombs dropped, who would think of that? And even if they did if guns didn't work then they wouldn't be as likely to be looted.

Now of course that Strike guy apparently got things running, but it was still in the transitional phase of that. He was hoping that the prison system wasn't really up and running yet. And if it was then maybe it wasn't a well oiled machine and he could slip in and grab the goods and get out. Either way, he was heading to jail to see if he could find himself a shotgun.

[Zack Asiv]

Oddly enough Punk would find the near by local jail looking rather abandoned.

[Abram Dabra]

"Kekekekekekekekekekeke."

Wonderful, he was happy to see that at least this jail hadn't been brought back online during the rebuilding of the world. Slinking further in the shadows he would turn on his thermal vision before sending his grappling winch shooting to lift him onto of the external wall where he would perch and survey the field for anyone who may be around.

[Zack Asiv]

Punk see's nothing except a few stray cats and other animals roaming around. Though through the walls of the building he can see two or three heat signatures.

[Abram Dabra]

He stays crouched down on his position to the wall and examines the heat signatures further to determine if they where humanoid in shape and size or not. He would also examine the yard and look for a guard tower, assuming that there was one. An elevated position that guards had used to watch the whole yard. And possibly with a weapon locker. If he was lucky that is.

[Zack Asiv]

The Punk would note the heat signatures were big enough to be humanoid, just hard to tell due to distance and the stone wall in the way.

There is a close by Watch Tower for the Punk, sadly no weapons locker, but there was some sort of control consul.

[Abram Dabra]

"Damn, fucking figures there would be people here..."

He muttered to himself, ducking under the wall of the guard tower. Three heat signatures. Humanoid in size, so probably people. Whether they were freaks or not remained to be seen. Or crazy killers. If he was lucky. Shifting a bit closer to the control panel he would see if there were labels or anything to indicate what it did.

He wasn't expecting much. Probably lights or a gate, maybe an intercom. But who knows, maybe it had been modified over the years, and maybe not. He had never been to jail so he was just guessing based off of movies and old TV shows.