<div style="text-align: center">《 Greg - armory inventory bookkeeper 》<br/>
<i>Location: Armory<br/>
Addressing: Rebel</i>​</div><br/><br/>"No can do, Rebel!" Greg said with a large grin, leaning over the counter. Behind him were the lockers that held their weapons inventory and ammunition stock, though most of it was checked out at that time. He gave a sympathetic look.<br/><br/>"Armando just put that shit on lock. He said nothing out until things cool down. If you didn't already have it, you weren't meant to I guess, but I can try to get that overridden." He knew Rebel to some extent, or at least seemed familar enough with the man to adopt a casual demeanor. He picked up the walkie.<br/><br/>"Rebel is here, trying to check out his weapons. I know we're on lockdown, but I don't see an issue with this. He's one of us." Greg vouched, comfortable in his familiarity. He held his hand up, indicating to give him a few minutes, but he thought he could get it done.<br/><br/>"I can't reach Armando. He took one of the carriages towards the gate. Let me see if I can get Hale," someone responded. While waiting on that, Greg tapped his fingers on the counter, making conversation. He was bold enough to bring up the elephant in the room.<br/><br/>"Glad you aren't taking the Sou thing too harshely, man. About time you upgraded from the town bicycle. Did you have Hale put her on the list after you found out? I mean, how many chances did you give her? You've got some fuckin' patience, that's for sure!" Greg sighed.<br/><br/>"Some women just don't learn. Fuckin shame. She was a hot little piece."