Re: QMs Lockers.
-->from Security Briefing Room
Roy walked in, the ease of his motion indicating a high degree of familiarity with this section of the ship. "Evening, boys," he drawled, casually. He'd already decided, next time he ordered something through Gresh, he needed to get a case of chocolate bars...GOOD chocolate, not the stuff they made standard issue...to show his appreciation for how well QM took care of the ground forces on the ship.
"Need you boys to hook up the Sergeant here with an assault rifle...I'll let him decide what, exactly he wants. I've got a few things I need to retrieve out of my locker, again." He'd have to see if he could finagle his new position as Security Chief into getting his own private quarters...and a secure weapons locker. Running to the QM every time he needed one of the specialty weapons he'd acquired could prove to be a liability.
"Additionally, both of us are going to need a pair each of frag and flash grenades, I'm going to need a pair of claymores with optional detonator kits, and we're also going to need red or blue smoke grenades...I'd prefer one of each, if you've got 'em." With his 'shopping list' delineated, he left Souza to explain what he wanted for a rifle, and slipped into the sacred ground of the Quartermasters without anyone challenging his right to be there, walking over to a good-sized locker and producing a key. He removed a pair of very non-standard-issue firearms...an alien-made machine pistol and a highly-modified recent generation Kalashnikov assault rifle, with--remarkably enough--a suppressor encasing its entire barrel. Both had obviously seen action, but were still in apparently good repair. Additionally, he produced some extra magazines and a couple of boxes of ammunition...apparently, to load sometime between now and when the final alert sounded and they all mustered to the hangar deck.