<div align="center"><strong>Hi-Speed Shopping</strong></div><br/>Unlike Semi and Pancho, Nichole did go shopping in the armory. She was more of a driver and a fixer, (of the mechanical sort, not the assassination sort) but she did relish in the whole soldier-adventurer vibe that the mercenary life gave her. But still, unlike her companions, she made no illusions to the fact she wasn't some sort of Tier One... or even Tier Two special forces operator. Merely a cut above when it came to fieldcraft and combat. With that said, she was tailoring her shopping eye to what everyone else was picking. She didn't want a repeat of her first mission in Ocotal where she ran out of ammunition in her first skirmish and kept crying that no one else was carrying 7.62x54mm and that the 7.62 Soviet magazines just wouldn't fit.<br/><br/>That was an embarrassing and humbling experience only exonerated by the fact she revealed that she could fly small planes.<br/><br/>Though at the time, it was something she didn't realize in the moment either. ;)<br/><br/>Noticing Pancho snagging a heavily customed M16 variant, Nichole snatched up a lighter carbine variant with simple optics and sights, as well as an underbarrel modular shotgun attachment. She knew shotguns, and grew up around them and while wielding one as an underbarrel attachment was awkward to say the least, at least initially, she liked the familiarity of the weapon, as well as the large and diverse plethora of round she could utilize with it. Especially when it came to breaching doors, shattering windows and tires and using less then lethals on the uncooperative who were unworthy of death yet. The only true kit she kept was a P229 pistol chambered in 9mm, the model she was rather familiar with and one that fit in her hand or holster easily and due to that and its weight, was easy for her to use, though that tended to be rather rare in any case. Still when she hit the range, it was always quicker for her to zero her pistol then it was her main weapon.<br/><br/>Far from Annie Oakley, but she was confident in her abilities.<br/><br/>"I was thinking I'd be behind the rest of you. Truth is, I'm kinda worried about the kind of numbers and firepower we're facing if they're in the habit of wiping out cities," she then said as she set aside her firearms and started to shop for the other fun things one needed in a combat zone. "I'm hoping that these guys aren't pro, that the reason they're targeting women and children is because they're weak and pathetic and cowardly. I hope that's the case, because if it is, I want something with good traction, poor suspension, big wheels and a high bumper when I run them down," she said before snagging a pair of thick, black rimmed glasses with ballistic tinted lenses. "Gotta wear some shades in the desert," she then said. "At least when I'm driving. But I'm not burkha'ing up," she then added. "I think I'd look cute in a headscarf though. Tunisia is like along the Mediterranean right? I can pass for North African at a glance I think, especially when I get some of the local dust and dirt smearing on me," she then added as she checked out the body armor, looking for something light, with more impact protection as opposed to ballistics before finishing off her look by scooping up a desert chocolate chip hockey style helmet which was also meant more for impact then bullet resistance.<br/><br/>"For when I inevitably crash into something," she then said in explanation as she took the hockey helmet. "Now for a mouthguard."