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Posted by cage on Nov 15, 2005 13:30:57 GMT -6
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Stashing the duffel bag under a delivery truck that he was sure wouldn’t leave in the small amount of time he’d be in the store he grabbed another carriage and pushed into the store. He ignored the gun area, because they’d ask for ID and even if his ID was still valid it would put him on the 'grid' if he used it to buy something like that. Instead he slipped quite a few hunting and survival knives into his pockets which he thankfully had the foresight to empty after he left the hardware store.
He put several rolls of electrical tape and a couple multi-tools into the carriage. An axe and a saw joined the group and he just kept walking down aisles and putting different things he would need and might have to use into the cart. As an after thought he grabbed a survival sleeping bag which had a pillow attached. He bought boots, because he did not like wearing his morphing shoes all the time.
He stuck a compass and a waterproof/fireproof safe box into the carriage too. Using his best judgment he began to slide small knives into his pockets. Switch blades and lock-backs and butterflies. It was obvious that this store didn’t get visited by the police much. He stuck a small pocket-sharpener into the carriage to make it look good. He grabbed some small metal pots and pans and light silverware into the carriage as well. As an after thought he stuffed two Zippos into his back pocket too, just in case something happened to his other one.
Once he made his way to the front this guy too asked the 'here’s your STUPID sign' question.
"Goin hikin or campin or somethin?" he drawled. Obviously from the south this man worked as slow as he spoke.
"Taking the kid out for his first campin trip." Cage mumbled. The guy nodded and suggested buying a rifle or shotgun. Cage shook his head and mumbled something like "I already got one." Again the guy nodded and then silence took over as the only sound was the register chinging away.
Again Cage almost said something about how high the bill came too, but he didn’t because if the guy were to take a good look at him he would see all the bulges in Cage's pockets. Once again he paid the bill and went out to the bike. Retrieving the bag from the truck he started to puzzle together everything so it would fit in the duffel bag. The damn thing looked as if it would rip any moment. He had to stop and get a burger on the way back. Wolfing it down without getting off the bike or shutting it off he tossed the aluminum wrapping aside and zoomed off toward his 'Lair', as he called it in his head.
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