Akiada nodded, keeping the SAW at the ready as he crept ahead, sweeping the corridors and peering around the corners before heading around them. "It's just the kind of situations we're in," he replied to Baz. "Anyone's who is still alive is lucky, has the resources or prestige to have other people keep them alive, or is capable of keeping themselves alive. I happen to fall into the last category, luckily."<br/><br/>"And thanks," he added. "Not sure if third world nations are my sort of places though. Especially not sandy ones, 'cause sand gets<span style="font-style: italic">everywhere</span>and I've heard nasty things about spiders in desert nations. Camel spiders or something," he shuddered. "Could have the biggest goddamn gun in all creation and spiders would still creep me the hell out."<br/><br/>He opened a door slowly, nudging it the rest of the way open with the barrel of the machine gun. "Oh," he said simply as he beheld what lay beyond it. "Found it..." he added softy, indicating the hall that was on the other side of the door - and the clearly marked armory doors that were notably ajar. Bullets both spent and unspent, and bits of riot gear littered the ground near the door, while rust-colored stains, bullet holes and the occasional dent or slash adorned the walls.<br/><br/>"I really hope what causes all this didn't stick around..."