Chapter 102 Information on Weapons
Steven and Henry wandered through the desolate streets, casually collecting whatever supplies they could find. Their conversation drifted onto the precarious state of affairs in their neighborhood.
"There's talk," Henry began, glancing sideways at Steven. "Some folks are planning to make a move on you. They’ve got their eyes set on that snowmobile you’ve got.”
Steven raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.
“Things could get dicey. Do you have any plans in place?” Henry continued.
Steven, who rarely engaged in casual chat, gave a weary smile. “You’re asking me?” He sighed deeply, the weight of his predicament evident. “Everyone’s eyeing my snowmobile. It’s the only reliable means of transportation we have now, and they all want it. I don't have many options. I can only try to protect it, and of course, protect myself.”
Henry nodded gravely. "Yeah, in these circumstances, it's a lot to expect you to look out for everyone. Protecting the entire neighborhood with thousands of people is impossible.”
“Exactly,” Steven concurred. “I can only go with the flow and figure things out as they come."
Henry paused, pondering. “Owen reached out to me this morning.”
At Henry’s words, a sharp glint appeared in Steven’s eyes. “What did he want?”
Henry, oblivious to Steven’s growing wariness, continued. “Owen's been under your thumb for a while, so he wants to make peace.”
Steven’s interest deepened. “Oh?”
Henry added, “He mentioned that folks in other buildings are banding together to pressure you. Someone has approached him. He said he can stay out of the conflict if you provide food and winter supplies.”
Steven’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “Everyone’s got an angle now. It’s almost amusing.”
He had heard this demand countless times; it barely registered as news anymore.
“There's no shortage of people with bad intentions these days. It’s downright scary,” he said with a feigned timidity, though no fear lurked in his gaze. If not for the dwindling ammunition, Steven felt confident he could wipe out the entire neighborhood.
His voice grew cold. “But that bastard Owen, he has to go. Both his Rapids gang and the Crazy Wolf Gang—they're living on borrowed time.”
His words came out calm, as if discussing the weather, yet carried a chilling resolve. They had initiated the conflict, and Steven intended to finish it. To survive in this post-apocalyptic world, he couldn't allow anyone who threatened his safety to exist.
“They've killed too many innocents and came after you,” Henry agreed. “But do you have enough weapons to take them on now?”
Since raiding the police station's armory, Steven’s cache had grown substantially, though the true extent remained unknown to Henry. He suspected Steven's ammunition was nearly depleted given recent skirmishes.
A crafty glint appeared in Steven’s eye, followed by a long, affected sigh. “It’s tricky. I’m low on bullets, but for now, as long as it’s not an all-out fight, I should manage.”
Henry scratched his head, his concern evident. "Steven, if we had enough weapons, do you think we could really protect our homes and that snowmobile of yours?"
Henry's sudden question made Steven's eyes light up with interest. "Henry, do you know where to find more weapons?" He asked, barely able to contain his excitement.
Despite his existing arsenal, sniper rifle bullets were a rarity—something the police station had not supplied in abundance. He had managed to scrounge only one police sniper rifle.
Henry smiled, a touch of smugness in his expression. "Did you forget what I used to do? I served five years in the military."
Steven's enthusiasm surged. "Were you stationed in Starlight City?"
If Henry had connections within the Starlight City military, they might gain access to a treasure trove of weaponry.
Henry shook his head. "I wasn't stationed in the Starlight City, but I do have contacts there. I know where the camp is."
He continued, "If we can reach the camp and tap into their munitions depot, you won’t ever need to worry about running out of bullets again." He looked at Steven with genuine admiration. "A sharpshooter like you, running low on ammo—what a waste of talent!"
The military always respected marksmanship, and Henry had witnessed Steven's uncanny accuracy firsthand. Acquiring more ammunition for someone of Steven's caliber was more than just a note of practicality; it was a necessity.
Steven's mind raced with possibilities. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Visions of tanks and armored vehicles danced in his head. Armed with such machinery, Steven could silence any opposition effortlessly.
Henry, noticing Steven's fervor, scratched his head bashfully. "Hold on, don't get too excited just yet. The camp is pretty far—over 60 miles northwest of here. And even though I know the general area, the snow has buried everything. Finding it won’t be easy."
Steven composed himself, considering the logistical nightmare. "So, can we spend more time scouting the area?"
Henry nodded. "I'm fairly familiar with the surroundings. There are no towering buildings, but there are some six-story shop fronts. If we look carefully, I should be able to get a fix on the camp’s location. My only concern is that it might be completely snowed under."
A mysterious smile appeared on Steven's lips.
Digging? He was familiar with that.
"No worries. First, we find the place. Then, we figure out the rest." He clapped Henry on the shoulder. "We’re on the brink of facing many enemies. We need all the firepower we can get to protect ourselves and our families."
Henry met Steven's determined gaze with equal resolve. "You're right. Let's go find it!"
With a mutual nod of understanding, they mounted the snowmobile and set off into the cold wind and snow, heading northwest towards the heart of Starlight City and the promise of untapped military resources.
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