CLOSED | A trip to the store.

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▶ WHO: John-117, Peggy Carter, and Chris Redfield
▶ DATE: Jul. 14th, early morning.
▶ WARNINGS: TBD.
▶ SUMMARY: The Master Chief puts together a crack team of combat ready grocery shoppers.


[ Eyes flicker up to the heads' up display where the time 05:48 blinks back at him. Standing outside the lab room entrance, John arrived early anticipating the need to brief his stopgap fireteam between checking their equipment and establishing a more concrete plan then - 'leave at sun up and hope for the best.' He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he fiddles with the fabric straps of an olive drab rucksack with an emphasis on it being little more than a sack. It was flimsy compared to what he was used to but his MJOLNIR wasn't exactly suited for a supply run especially one working out of little more than a shoe box. It had to, and he was growing used to sometimes shoddy 21st century equipment.

Part of his reasoning behind this whole operation was the astronomical disparity in time that put John at a distinct disadvantage. Even though he was perfectly capable on running this one alone he wouldn't even know where to begin once he actually got to the Hollows. Medical supplies were all rudimentary, everything he could scavenge from a hardware store he wouldn't know what would be useful and what belonged in a museum. All of it, probably but that's besides the point. If he was stuck here then he had to make due and that meant he needed 'experts' - people who knew this century and what out in the Hollows could be brought back to the compound.

Working the rucksack around his midsection so it could rest on the small of his back, wearing it not unlike a fanny pack for someone of his size. John checks then double checks that it was secure before going over Dr. Halsey's succinct list of requested supplies once more than watching both ends of the hall. Waiting for his mystery team. ]

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Chris also arrives early, bringing his usual loadout (knife, handgun, shotgun- can't go wrong with the classics) and the one actual bag he'd found after scavenging through the compound; an ugly gym bag that's smaller than he prefers, but it'll work in a pinch. He's hoping that there will be bigger, better carrying apparatuses to be found in... wherever they were going, but he's not married to the idea. Hallow/Hollow/Whatever is evidently close enough that multiple trips shouldn't be a problem, if necessary.

He doesn't have any preconceived notions about who's he's meeting, but he absolutely does not expect to find a 7' tall robot lingering around the corner. Before he can even really process what he's seeing, Chris curses under his breath, jolting back, hand itching and eager to grab his handgun in a snap if needed. It's nothing personal. He's just not used to seeing things bigger than him that don't also want to kill him and everything around him.

It's bad manners to wave a firearm in the face of an ally(?), so he hesitates on that regard. There's definitely a lot of skeptical stink-eye going on, though. That's fair game.

"...Hey."

So, this is going well.

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Agent Carter isn't far away. She hadn't committed herself in writing to this excursion -- but she'd followed its inchoate planning (scrawl by scrawl) and had found her interest rather piqued. Piqued enough to strap a knife-sheath and a pistol holster onto her belt. Piqued enough to put on trousers instead of a fashionable skirt. Piqued enough to have used her fingers to brush her hair back into what might as well be dubbed a tactical braid.

She tightens her grip around the wide strap of a canvas satchel. And she watches the two soldiers -- such as they maybe are. How convenient, she decides, that the two brave wanderers she's decided to join up with are these two. Sensing the fresh green shoots of tension, Peggy strides up and makes a grand gesture of tearing the ongoing scribbled conversation off the makeshift bulletin board.

"Good morning, gentlemen," she huffs. The party crasher. The interloper. The third someone, who decides to join up without ever letting them know she'd intended to do so. "I trust we're all well-rested?"

If her gut-read of the moment is correct -- if the two of them don't know each other -- then she understands that it might fall upon her shoulders to vouch for either. Not that anyone here had any concrete reason to trust her. She understands this, as well. But it won't stop her from trying.

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Head snapping in the direction of the well-armed and, by the standards of anyone not a SPARTAN, very large man rounding the corner. The reception is what puts a bit of alertness in John that the three hours of intermittent rest in-armor didn't recoup. Seeing their hand hover close to sidearm made the hair on the back of his neck bristle.

John had been a hairs breadth away from having the other soldier stow the suspicious attitude when Agent Carter came striding in. Breaking the proverbial ice with the sheer blunt force of personality. As John watched her greet them after tearing down their chicken scratch 'plans' he almost caught himself snapping his boots together to stand at attention.

"Agent Carter."

He nodded, surprised by her entrance but not necessarily by her sudden appearance. They all wanted answers as much as they sorely needed this supply run. Keeping the still unknown Chris squarely in his peripheral, John takes a step forward and detaches the sidearm he was carrying. Gripping it by the gripping it by the barrel as he passed it off to Peggy when he took note of the fact that her pistol holster was vacant.

"This is an M6 semi-automatic with recoil operation," It was his only one, but John was also the only wearing armor that put any tank to shame, "There are eight .50 caliber rounds in the magazine."

John hands off his gun then stands back again.

"Before we get underway. This is Agent Carter - I'm Master Chief Petty Officer Sierra-117; Chief is fine."

Looking over to his anticipated member of his team and ironically the only one he knew even less about, John then silently waits for him to return the introduction in kind.