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Once in the armory, he switched out his 9mm Beretta for a new pistol. He hesitated- trying to decide between the Desert Eagle and the colt .45.
I the end, he pick up the Colt, a suppressor for it, and the same stuff he used to dust and color his weapons black- going to work on his new pistol.
When he finished, his eye caught sight of the machines in the armory- more specificaly, the one for creating and customizing ammo.

Moving to the machine, Barsul grabbed a large box of .45 ammo and all the loaded magazines he'd taken for the Colt- a decent amount of incindiary rounds lying on a nearby table when he was done. He managed to find a supply of armor piercing pistol ammo and a crate of hollow-points. Again going to work, Barsul began customizing every round he'd gathered for his Colt- shaping, molding, and welding them all.
By the time he was done, he had a couple crates and several mags full of the custom ammunition. Stashing them, he went on his way to the shooting range again, he took a box of regular rounds with him.

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York walked into the armory after his shower. He was in his armor and had all of his weapons on him... his Desert Eagles, his combat knife, his AK-47, and his punch daggers. York walked over to the ammo shelves and pulled off a box of pistol ammunition. He rummaged through the box until he found some Desert Eagle ammuntion.

York headed for the sharpeners. He took out his combat knife and began to sharpen it.

When he finished with his knife, York searched for a lazer site for his shot gun. When he found one, he left the armory.

*walks in the armory and over to the gun rack and pulls off the P90 and looks at it to make shear its clean and works. then takes the .45 and takes it apart to clean when i put it but together i start looking shelf by shelf for ammo. i find 3 mags. of .45 ammo and 6 mags. werth of P90 ammo. i walk over to the knife locker and pulls out a combat knife. walk over to the sharpiner and sharpents it when im done i walk back to start looking for brass Knuckles (spiked). when i find them i put it on my armor and walk out then i start to think "wat are they serving in the mess hall".

runs back in and starts riping the boxes off the shelfs looking for a ring i left in here... HERE IT IS! i say as i put it back on my finger... while im here i forgot to get light and a laser site for my P90. I grab them and walk out...

*continued from Gym*
Brutus walked into the armory and began to eye his surroundings. He had remembered something he wanted to try for a while now, and decided sooner was better than later. He found a Ripper on one of the shelves and then sat down to study it. Brutus had seen these nifty little devises several times before and always wanted to give wielding one a try. The only problem is someone of his stature demanded a much larger version to wield effectivly.
Brutus sat for several minutes looking at the killing devise in his hands but lacked the brain power to actualy figure out how it worked. He knew you pressed the button and the chain spun, making noise and the spikey thingies on the chain rip into whatever it came in contact with, but he couldnt figure out more than that, like it's inner workings. He recalled a much larger version of this weapon called a "chain saw" that was once used to cut down trees. Although Brutus didnt see a need to use something else to take a tree down, (considering they were so frail) he could see himself wielding such a tool to hack through his foes. Brutus scratched his chin and thought. "I guess the first step is seeing if we can find a chain saw." he thougt out loud.
Brutus got out of his seat and searched the whole armory for such a tool, but failed to come across one. Brutus stoped and thought for a minute. Ender had given him the ok to make such a weapon, so there ahd to be the means of doing so somehow. Upon further investigation he found what he was looking for. A very well preserved chain saw sat in a locker, judging from the skull spray painted on it, the plastic skull for the thing that you yank to pull the rip chord to start the motor, the handle being replaced with a ripper-like handle (for swinging easier) and the rip chord being a chain, it had belonged to the raiders at some point. Brutus placed the soon to be weapon on a bench and picked up a sheet of metal. He managed to fold it well and shaped it into a guard that ran down the length of the "blade", so that the portion of the saw that would be facing him at all times wouldnt have the ability to cut him while recoiling or so forth. Brutus was impressed with himeslf. This had been the most handy he had ever been.
Deciding the weapon would be used often, he needed to replace the smaller battery holder with a larger one. The battery would be the fusion power ones used in cars and large energy rifles, but unlike such things it was a much simpler system; place it in the holder on the right side, pull the rip-chord and away we go. Brutus wasnt entirely content though, he needed it to match his armor. Using rags and whatever else he could find laying around that wasnt being used, he blocked off the battery holder. He used a black spray paint that matched Karl's armor's shade of black and sprayed the guard and motor piece (making sure not to clog any of the vent systems or whatnot). Brutus was totaly impressed with his work.
When it all dried he picked up his master-piece, placed a fuel cell in it, yanked on the plastic skull and the motor jumped to life. He reved the weapon a few times and smiled. "Now all i need is something to hold you in......" Brutus turned the devise off and went to work bending more steel into a scabard which he lined with spare red carpeting and left a slit down the scabard so the spikes on the chain stuck through. With asistance from a random Brotherhood soldier he managed to get a hold of, he was able to spot weld some clasps on it and slung a thik Brahmin-hide leather strap through it. He slung the weapon holder over his right shoulder and tightedned it so it fit well. Lastly, Brutus picked up his new weapon and slid it into it's scabard.
Just to feel cool Brutus closed his eyes and lowered his head. In a sudden burst of speed he sprang the weapon from it's home, yanked the chain with his left hand and reved the motor as he swung a few time through the air, holding the weapon like a broad sword. He flipped a switch with his thumb and life in the weapon ceased. Once again the weapon was slid into it's holder and Brutus strolled out of the armory, content with his day's work.