<strong>Ricky Mulch: Never did win the lottery<br/>In the Town Hall Foyer</strong><br/><br/>The groan of the bunker door opening drew Ricky's attention away from Red.  He followed the cook's eyes, turning around.  The young, long haired kid was standing at the keypad.<em>He</em>got it?  Wow, maybe the kid was a savant or something.<br/><br/>Ricky was grinning like a maniac in the dim lighting as he walked up beside Dave.  "Hey, wow, nice job man."  He gave him a hearty slap on the shoulder.  "Dunno how you did it, but good job."<br/><br/>The bouncer followed Red into the airlock.  It was small, with another thick door at the far end.  When Ricky walked up to it, a dull hiss caught his ear: the two-way unit on the wall.  He brushed a rough finger over the bullet hole, frowning.  He pushed the transmit button, but there was no change in the static.<em>What the hell?</em>He guessed the only way in was to convince someone to let you in.  And how the hell were they supposed to do that with a busted two-way?  Hell, why would someone shoot it?  It was probably intentional, not a misfire or collateral.<br/><br/>The sound of Red forcibly breaking the lock caused Ricky to start.  Turning to face the others, he slowly took his hand off his gun and put it flat over his pounding heart.  "Jesus man," he began.  Then, when he saw what was inside the locker, "Holy shit, look at that gear!"<br/><br/>He picked up the SMG and racked the slide, catching the live round that popped out.  When he pulled the clip out, it was full of bullets.  "All loaded and ready to go too.  Live ammo."  Ricky handed the unloaded gun to Red along with the round and clip, then jerked his thumb at the bunker door.  "This must've been an emergency stash; the real armory should be inside the bunker."<br/><br/>Ricky looked up at the rest of the group.  "And speaking of the bunker, the two-way is shot up, doesn't work anymore.  We can't talk to whoever's inside."  He paused, eying the weapon racks thoughtfully.  "Hey, while I salvage these racks, do you guys want to see if you can find a security camera, a walkie talkie, another two-way, anything that could let us communicate with the other survivors?"<br/><br/>While he was talking, Ricky approached the weapon racks.  A couple of them were hanging open, but most of them seemed untampered with.<em>What happened here?  Who grabbed this stuff and where are they now?</em><br/><br/>Ricky pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the small lock holding the racks shut.  Shouldn't be too hard to break the lock with a bullet.  He had seen it in a movie once.  "Firing a shot!" he called out, then pulled the trigger.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shot #1: 10 - 1 - 2- 1 = 6  ((Rolled 5, no joy))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Well, he had definitely ruined the lock.  The bullet was imbedded in the metal, the force having twisted and probably destroyed the mechanism.  If anything, he had only made it harder to open.  "Fuck," he said, frustrated and a little embarrassed.  Well, maybe another shot would do the trick.  Hollywood always makes things look too easy.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shot #2: 10 - 1 - 2 - 1 = 6 ((Rolled 1, no joy))<br/>Shot #3: 10 - 1 - 2 - 1 = 6 ((Rolled 6, success!))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"That should do it," he muttered under his breath, holstering the pistol.  He braced himself against the wall, then lifted up one leg and kicked at the ruined, twisted lock.  With a satisfying snap, the hunk of metal broke off and went skittering along the floor.  Ricky propped open the distorted weapon rack, looking inside...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br/>1.) Handgun  (with belt-clip holster) (5/13 bullets)<br/>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br/>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br/>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br/>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br/><br/><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br/>Body Points - 166/166<br/>Stamina Points - 160/160<br/>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>