Caelapes
30-05-2008, 19:23
Central Office
Communist Party Caelapes
Finch Point, Province Dayton
"...the best part about all of it? Parliament just passed the Party Innocence Act. The Police can't tap our phones, can't search our premises, nothing. At least, not without the Prime Minister's permission. This way, come." Gregory turned his key in the lock and pushed the door open. He grinned and flicked the lights on as he stepped into the room, inside which were crates upon crates.
"Good God, we're really doing this," Stefan said. He ran his hand along one of the crates as he slowly stepped into the room. He counted the number of crates he could see to himself. Forty-three. There were likely a good thirty more underneath those.
"That's not the best part," Gregory replied. He picked up a crowbar and pulled the top of a nearby crate off. He set the lid and crowbar aside and pulled out a brand-new heavy sniper rifle. He smiled and handed the weapon to Stefan, who took it and inspected it with wide eyes.
"This... this is a CHG Hecate III anti-armor rifle! These things are incredibly illegal! Only the Home Guard is allowed to have these!" Stefan whispered harshly, suddenly very worried about the repercussions of holding such a weapon. He instinctively looked over his shoulder at the open door through which he and Gregory had entered.
"Oh, relax." Gregory chuckled and took the rifle back. "Like I told you, we can't be searched. We've got everything at the Party headquarters. As long as we have a seat in Parliament, the Police won't dare raid us," he said as he set the rifle back in the crate. He used the crowbar as a hammer to fasten the lid back onto the crate, then set it down and clapped an arm around Stefan's shoulders. "Come. Let's have a drink." He grinned again. "We can't have you going and changing your plans, my friend."
Communist Party Caelapes
Finch Point, Province Dayton
"...the best part about all of it? Parliament just passed the Party Innocence Act. The Police can't tap our phones, can't search our premises, nothing. At least, not without the Prime Minister's permission. This way, come." Gregory turned his key in the lock and pushed the door open. He grinned and flicked the lights on as he stepped into the room, inside which were crates upon crates.
"Good God, we're really doing this," Stefan said. He ran his hand along one of the crates as he slowly stepped into the room. He counted the number of crates he could see to himself. Forty-three. There were likely a good thirty more underneath those.
"That's not the best part," Gregory replied. He picked up a crowbar and pulled the top of a nearby crate off. He set the lid and crowbar aside and pulled out a brand-new heavy sniper rifle. He smiled and handed the weapon to Stefan, who took it and inspected it with wide eyes.
"This... this is a CHG Hecate III anti-armor rifle! These things are incredibly illegal! Only the Home Guard is allowed to have these!" Stefan whispered harshly, suddenly very worried about the repercussions of holding such a weapon. He instinctively looked over his shoulder at the open door through which he and Gregory had entered.
"Oh, relax." Gregory chuckled and took the rifle back. "Like I told you, we can't be searched. We've got everything at the Party headquarters. As long as we have a seat in Parliament, the Police won't dare raid us," he said as he set the rifle back in the crate. He used the crowbar as a hammer to fasten the lid back onto the crate, then set it down and clapped an arm around Stefan's shoulders. "Come. Let's have a drink." He grinned again. "We can't have you going and changing your plans, my friend."