Oscar rummaged through their armory for a moment, amazed by the sheer amount of weaponry they had been lugging around. The crate was long enough for Athena to begin to salvage some armor and ammo, as well. "Yeah, there's C4 buried near the bottom," he told Athena, lifting out some of the plastique, wires and detonators and setting it on the ground beside them. "Hello, what's this?" He asked, lifting a rifle out of the crate... For the most part, it resembled the M-16's Athena had been pulling out of her side of the crate, but there was something different, as well. The magazine slot was much smaller than it should have been... After doing a little more searching, he found a case full of 'magazines' that were small enough to match the hole on the bottom of the rifle. He cautiously inserted one of them, making sure to point the gun away from the both of them as he did, and five lights lit up on the magazine, their colors ranging from red at the bottom to green at the top. They both knew what it was... Welles would only let them target practice with the laser rifles, and they needed Welles' approval to even<em>touch</em>one of these things, but Welles was dead.<br/><br/>"Laser rifle," Oscar said reverently, running his fingers along the five lights. "Each light represents one shot. This mag has 5 shots total. Best to take several of these," he said, shoveling the magazines, which were not much bigger than a USB flash drive, into one of his pockets, taking 19 more, giving him 100 total shots. They were a bit cumbersome in his pocket... The technology had only come so far, but he didn't mind. He also took one of the ILBE's that Rachel had dragged out of another compartment, and began to shovel more C4 into it... And on second thought, he might want to bring some of the clothes he had packed in the first place, in case he needed a change. He had no idea how long they would be out of civilization. He took his rifle, his backpack and returned to the door he had kicked open, and found his suitcase lying half-open, some of his clothing already torn up from when he was making burial cloths for the dead. Jane was seated not so far away, looking quite miserable... It was in stark contrast to Janet, who joked about their dead comrades. Oscar stuffed two extra sets of fatigues into his pack and made his way over to Jane, hunching down opposite of her. "Are you... Alright?" He asked when he noticed her tear-stained face.