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"I'll be damned. Take 'em, you greedy pig." Nico rolled a handful of rounds over to Mullin.

"Half of them down. Let's finish them, shall we?" Another minute passed, and the zeds were inanimate once more. Nico took a moment to load his pneumorifle back to maximum capacity and attach a strap before climbing down the ladder and into the warehouse's main room. With his USP holstered on his thigh and his pneumorifle slung over his shoulder, he began to make his way through the scrapyard, occasionally spotting a potential component and tossing it across the yard to the warehouse entrance. At the fence, he took a quick look around before opening it slightly and slipping through.

Nico started dragging zeds from the fence to a nearby pile, noting that it was getting overly large and that they would later need to burn it. When the job was done, he went back within the perimeter of the fence and locked it back up, joining Mullin in the scrapyard, picking through the acres of junk behind and next to the warehouse.