Cara MiaKitty
~ Sgt. Patrick OHare
~ Currently In: Police station w/ Hex?
~ Mood:Worried
~Currently with: Hex
Patrick observed Hex as she talked to him, or did her version of talking to him. Once again he noticed she started behaving oddly. And her explanation made very little sense. Patrick just chalked it up to fatigue, the poor girl did look exhausted. She seemed to relax a bit as she heard him ask her to rest after eating. Being tough as nails was fine, but no matter what your training was even the most hardcore warrior needed sleep if he wanted to stay sharp. Finally setting down the newspaper he was pretending to read, Patrick leans back in his seat and closes his eyes. He wasn't sleeping, he was going over his mental checklist of things he needed to do. He was also going over where he had stashed his supplies over the city. He was vaguely aware that Hex was still puttering about the small kitchen/break-room.
After about ten minutes of thinking he opens his eyes and gets up off the chair. Well no need to sit all day when there was work to be done. He was going to go upstairs and work a bit up there. Should anything breach the lower stairs they would have the second floor and the roof. Then he got an idea, he would move half of the supplies upstairs in a secure room. That way if they get swarmed on the first floor they would still have some means to keep fighting. Giving a self satisfactory nod and smile he turns to hex.
"You go ahead and eat I am going to continue with what I was doing before you popped in. If you hear dragging noises its me moving some of the weapons and supplies upstairs. That way if for some reason we do get swarmed we will still have a way to fight on the top floor and roof."Patrick goes back to his cot in the Captain's office and retrieves his pistol and axe. He figures Hex could take on a few walkers should they somehow get in. Patrick turns to leave and work on his plans.
