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standing in front of me that said Captain Andrews sent him over to gear up,” he stated and listened to the voice on the other end give him instructions. After a few harrowing moments in which I did slightly feel the need to just take off running, the man placed the phone back into the cradle and stood up. “Come with me and I’ll get you geared up.”
    The weight of a million tons crumbled from my shoulders and I wiped the sweat from my brow.
    “You alright?” Davidson asked.
    “Yeah, just a little hot out there,” I replied, realizing it wasn’t even hot enough to make a person sweat without physical activity yet.
    “Wait around, it’ll get hotter,” Davidson replied.
    I followed him into another mobile unit that had a small tent affixed to the rear of it. Through a single door my eyes popped open at the sight of military weapons of all sizes and shapes mounted to the walls, fore wall and in the middle of the unit. He looked at me to see the SBR on my shoulder and quickly grabbed a MK 18, which was simply the same weapon I had but it had a fourteen and a half inch barrel, a different stock, and an infrared laser attached to the top rail near the front sight. This was used in conjunction with NVG’s or night vision goggles to better aim the weapon in extreme low light conditions, as well as to mark targets for passing aircraft.
    “This thing’s full auto,” he said, holding it out to me.
    “So is this, and it’s easier to move with,” I replied.
    He replaced the weapon and continued forward. Several large ammo cans were placed in front of me.
    “That’s a thousand rounds of five, five, six. Nasty rounds those are, they’ll pop through body armor like it’s not even there,” he stated and continued to grab other things. He handed me a far better chest rig than I had gotten from the Young Woman, as it was fitted with armor plates front and rear, heavier than shit, but offering extreme protection if anyone was to shoot back. “AR five hundred armor, best there is. Will stop three oh eight rounds whether you’re running towards or away from an attacker.”
    We stopped at a small wall locker and he unlocked and opened the doors for me to see several different handguns sitting there. “You got a sidearm?”
    “I have a Beretta,” I told him.
     
     
    He smiled. “Good choice,” he said and handed me a drop leg holster. “This attaches to your chest rig and you can adjust it to ride low or high on your leg. It has a retention fit, which means the weapon will remain secure if you are running, jumping, or falling until you reach and pull it free.”
    He grabbed what looked to me was an old Pro Tech skateboard helmet and handed to me. In the front, just above the brim was a quick detach point where NVG’s could be placed if needed.
    “What do I need a skateboard helmet for?” I asked.
    He laughed at my lack of knowledge. “Gotta protect that coconut,” he said and hammered it with his fist. “This thing is as durable as they come. It won’t however stop a bullet, but if you fall or get attacked from behind, it will keep you conscious and able to fight.”
    From there we moved to the far wall where the long barreled rifles were kept. “You need something that can reach out and touch someone at say, six or eight hundred yards?”
    “I can’t even see that far, so if I cannot see them, then they can’t see me,” I stated. “I’ll keep my trusty room clearing rifle for now.”
    “Whatever you want, man,” he said and began packing all of my equipment into a large duffle bag. When everything was loaded, he hauled it back out into the balmy day light and dropped it at my feet. “There are twenty pre-loaded mags for your rifle in there, along with a few hundred loose rounds of nine mil, so you should be good to go.”
    I thanked him and then undertook the very arduous task of hauling my newfound toys back to the small room to go through and get things ready. On my way carrying what felt like