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"Yes, I have a half-dozen Remington rifles, and two 12-gauge Mossberg shotguns. There's at least a couple thousand rounds in the basement. When everyone was leaving, they bought out all of my sporting M16s and the heavier firepower. There's still of plenty tents, warm clothes, and camping stoves. I just hope nobody's cleared me out since I left..." Arkady thought back to his shop, to the heavy metal gate pulled down over the front of it. He felt through his pants pocket for they key. Oh, God, I hope I didn't leave it at home. Or worse, in the shop, like that long weekend. Had to call the police to get back in. He found the key, and was relieved.

"Let's get to the bomb shelter. We should be ready by dawn. Time is money."