With a click the last bullet exited the barrel and slammed into the dirt creating more craters. On instinct Warner pulled out the empty box and shoved it under the ejector. Collecting bullets became far more important in the Wasteland plus it gave him something to do. Jerking off to your wife in a pin up photo only lasted so long till you became too frustrated. Especially when the real thing was frozen in a glass tube a few miles away and you're stuck with trying to figure out how to thaw them. Of course God had to stick this problem with a simple farm boy from Texas because who else would have the brains to save an entire operation?<br/><br/>Reloading the brass was a decent hobby besides running the radio. Believe or not ammo had expiry dates like milk, Warner was working with ammo that had been stored well but was several years out of date. While reloading fixed some of the issue it wasn't as high quality as factory made bullets. Sure the Ark had pretty good equipment for the task but there were still flaws in the process. Everyday he made a small prayer against misfires if God even still existed in this blasted land.<br/><br/>Reaching behind him Q picked up a new box from the rack on the turret. Tearing the cover off he slammed back it into the holder, flipped the feed cover up at the same time. This process took only two minutes maybe give or take. Smell of cordite and hot metal permeated the air around the MRAP as Warner looked at the shape he knew was Rez then back to the ambush area. Even as he started to slide the bullet into the feed the clowns were stirring in the lull. In the meantime the Buitres would be on their own but he had a feeling they could handle the rest<br/><br/>After this he would give Rez a radio when she was working with him then these situations could be avoided. Now whether or not the barbarian queen would embrace the idea was a unknown factor. Scooping some links up in his hands he tossed them into the box to clear the turret of stuff. Looking right Warner smiled at a photo taped to the metal wall of his wife in her Sunday dress but it was a momentary distraction before it was back to the clowns in the grass. Eyes began to scan the surrounding hills for anymore tricks that the enemy may have but so far his scans haven't registered anything beyond the ambush. That fact alone made him uneasy, no attack should be going this well. Still even with the enemy moving again they were far more cautious and scared to awake the dragon on the hill.<strong>2</strong>Beneath the brown keffiyeh his mouth twisted into a grin as he let out some steam as he slammed the cover shut,<br/><br/><em>"Woooooo!"</em>The yell carried on the wind drifting down the valley before drowning under the noise of engines.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>1.)</strong>Reloading<br/><br/><strong>2.)</strong>Leave No Man/Woman Behind<br/><em>Invoking this to help Carn with her next roll, so +1, since I hit it always on a 10+</em><br/><br/>