Operation: Not-So-Lone-Guardian

[alertcommando]

The door opens into what seems to be a warehouse, but a quick look around reveals it to be a boathouse, a large one. Tied to the enclosed pier, a U.S. Navy Amphibious troop transport waits for the combatants. Lined up near the transport are weapons, scuba gear and four 20 gallon metal drums.

Comments

[aeons_crackshot]

Special agent? Well, it's probably a simpler explanation than the truth.

"That we did," Annabelle says with a bright grin. "Florida, hm? Are we headed there or somewhere else?"

[alertcommando]

"Hm, if you are still up for more, there is a detachment heading north to take care of a supply depot the Reds set up in a marina."

[aeons_crackshot]

"It would be rude not to pay our neighbors a visit," Annabelle jokes with a sharp grin. "Although I'm not sure what your forces are likely to think of me tagging along."

[alertcommando]

"I asked the commander. He said that unless High Command sends new orders, he would be glad if we stuck around and helped."

That is a near-ferocious grin. "Would you like to add a couple nice sturdy AKM rifles to your collection?"

[aeons_crackshot]

Annabelle pretends to think about this for a moment, then grins. "Oh, I suppose I have room for a few more guns," she says with a wink. At this rate, Annabelle will soon not be able to fit the entire collection in a booth at the same time...

[alertcommando]

She will have to start working on it in parts. "Well, let's go. We do not want to be late for dinner, right?"

[aeons_crackshot]

"Of course not," Annabelle says with a laugh. "We wouldn't want to get ourselves in trouble," she adds with a wink.