Both men stood up straight and quickly checked themselves over for wounds.
"Better get inside." Johnny said as what sounded like a stampede of rapid footsteps grew louder.
Roosevelt nodded, stepping over to the door, grabbed the handle and pulled it open, this time taking a step back and raising his pistol to peer inside. Johnny and Roosevelt stepped inside the door and pulled it closed. Johnny twisted the lock and slid the deadbolt in before turning to peer down a short hallway. It was dark but he could make out the dark wood panels that lined the hallway and two doorways.
The two men crept slowly forward, about seven feet away they came upon the first doorway in the right side of the hall. The thick wooden door was open. Johnny stopped and took a quick peek in. The room was small, an office probably. A large metal desk with an ancient computer on top. A picture frame lied face up, the picture inside showed a large brown haired man with a thick moustache stood next to a homely, broad shouldered woman in a dark blue dress, a skinny blonde haired boy of about ten years old stood in front of them his thick black glasses perched high on his nose and his buck teeth proudly displayed. The tall leather rolling chair was tipped on its side. A few file cabinets lined the walls. Sheets of paper littered the desk and floors.
Johnny pulled his head back and motioned for Roosevelt to follow. They continued another several feet down the hallway before reaching the second doorway. This one was much wider than the first and had no door. The men stopped and Johnny peeked in as he had done with the first.
"Bingo!" He whispered.
"Let me see!" Roosevelt hissed, creeping up to peek around Johnny.
The room was long and L shaped, to the right of the door a long glass counter ran the length of the wall and seemed to continue around the corner. Part of the glass had been shattered but the case was still full of various pistols and knives. Shelved lined the walls behind the counter, some of them had more pistols on display, some boxes of ammunition. The center of the room had four long weapon racks. The racks were full of rifles and shotguns.
The two men slowly crept into the room and peered around.
"I'll check around the corner, you grab some rifles. If I need help, I'll scream real loud." Roosevelt said, walking over and cautiously turning the corner.
Johnny looked over the rifle racks before stopping and lifting an M4 style carbine with a small cheap looking red dot on top and a light attached to the bottom rail. He looked it over and nodded silently before looking back toward the racks. He looked through the rifles and reached down grabbing an older sig 553. This one lacked an accessory but had two magazines zip tied around the barrel. He placed the two rifles on the glass counter as he circled the counter and looked over the shelves lined with ammo boxes.
He quickly found what he was looking for and grabbed several boxes of 5.56 ammo, placing them on the counter. He turned around and reached up toward the 9mm ammo boxes.
"What you got?" Roosevelt asked through a mouth full of something. His deep voice breaking the silence of the room. Johnny jumped then spun around. Roosevelt stood there grinning. A pair of camouflage overalls covered most of his body. His large biceps stretched a tight grey thermal shirt to its limits. A bright orange beanie covered the top of his head. He reached into a large clear bag and pulled out a thick hunk of beef jerky and put it into his mouth, grinding his teeth until half of it tore off.
"Where'd you get that?" Johnny asked.
"Oh, there's tons of it! You want some?" He exclaimed between chews, holding the bag out toward Johnny.
"Not the food, knucklehead, the clothes." Johnny replied.
"They got that too." Roosevelt said, popping the other part of the jerky into his mouth, "It's cold where we're headed." He mumbled.
“Here, take this.” Johnny said, holding the cheap carbine to his friend.
Roosevelt looked the rifle over and chuckled. “The hell is hunk of junk? You grabbed the cheapest damn rifle on the rack.”
“What’d you expect? You’re the military guy not me. I only ever fired my pistols at home.” Johnny replied.
“Man, come on. There's got to be something better than this cheap thing.” Roosevelt said setting the rifle down on the counter along with his bag of jerky. Johnny followed him over to the rifle racks and stood next to his friend as the big man leaned over and searched the shelves.
“Junk, junk, more junk.” Roosevelt said as he combed through the first rack of rifles.
“Ah here we go. That rack must be the cheap shit.” Roosevelt added pointing a large meaty finger at the rack. He glanced down the second rack and quickly leaned forward and snatched a new rifle from the rack. He held the white tag on the rifle up so he could see the price.
“Jesus Christ, they’re awful proud of their shit! $1700 bucks for M&P 15! What the hell is wrong with people?” Roosevelt said as he held the rifle out and looked it over. He brought it to his shoulder and checked the irons and then started actioning the bolt. A huge grin crept onto his face as the price tag started to make sense. The smooth action of the bolt and the crisp trigger break made the final decision for him. The stainless-steel barrel didn’t hurt either. He looked down at the selector and noticed that there were three different positions. He looked closer to read the third spot, hoping he had found a full auto rifle. The word binary was stamped into the steel. Roosevelt
