The Guardsman escorting me had been distracted after the encounter with one of his commanding officers, he simply pointed towards the gate and turned to leave. I faked as if I would actually go towards the gate, turning down a side alley towards the armory instead. Signs in the streets conveniently marked the way. A "Weapon's Depot", conveniently in the same direction as the "Vehicle Yard".<br/><br/>I could hear yelling as I walked along the wall, a large group of people. The words "Equality" and "Life is Life" echoed. I heard a siren, loud above me. I supposed the crowd was noticed. This is not where I wanted to be. Mob mentality was psychotic, as usual. The shouts grew louder, and I looked back to the gates. A soldier was watching the crowd, holding a long rifle. Large, like the one I had obtained from the Patrol Vehicle earlier.<br/><br/>A large chunk of concrete hit the soldier on the head, and he tumbled forwards off the platform, over the wall. The response from his fellow soldiers was simply to duck, leaving their friend to the crowd below. I had a feeling things would not stay pretty for much longer. As I thought this, I saw one Guardsman leveling his rifle on the wall, a flail of laser rounds engulfed him. A single laser round hit his helmet. The super-heated bolt knocked him back, and he struggled to rip the heated metal from his face. He stayed down on all fours, and I didn't see any soldiers brave enough to stand up again.<br/><br/>I started running, in the opposite direction of many soldiers. None of them tried to stop me, luckily, all more focused on the events on the other end of their fort. The large Patrol Vehicles loomed in their lots, seemingly empty. I stepped into the armory, pulling out my laser pistol and jamming it into neck of the single soldier inside. He seemed more afraid of me than anything else.. I noticed. He was a purebred.  The soldier begged for his life, unnecessarily however. I put my weapon away. "You should leave now," I said. "There's a mob outside, and they want blood. They wouldn't care if you're a purebred. Just leave now." He did, scrambling up and outside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Well that was easy..</span>I grabbed a pack from the wall, and began loading it with as many weapons as I could. The soldiers had cleared most of the rifles, but handguns and plasma grenades were copious. The final count were two laser rifles, six laser pistols, and fifteen of the grenades, which I carried in their shipping crate to avoid turning myself into popcorn. The pack was heavy, and would slow me down. But with a vehicle, that wouldn't be an issue.<br/><br/>Now for a vehicle... I stepped outside.