A.J. bolts through the gun shop, stuffing his pack with as many boxes of 5.56x45mm's, 12 gauge shells, and the only box of 50. AE's that he could find, totaling to roughly 300 rounds for his M16, 120 shells for the shotgun (not including what he already had), and a whopping grand total of 40 for his 50 cal. sidearm.<br/><br/>Satisfied with the heavy load on his back he exits the store and joins his comrades at the escalators. He kneels, and pulls out a medium sized beer cooler from his pack. With a wicked grin he connects the wires protruding from it to an old cellphone. With the device rigged, he slips it back into his pack, wondering where and when he would get to use 'it'...