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Three quickly made his way to the bunks, seeing as they were located right outside of the Dining Room. If he turned up nothing of his own here, he'd go to the cabins on the upper deck, near the bridge. However, fortune seemed to favor him. In the first trunk he'd opened he found clothes in his size, as well as a grooming kit and a multitool. Seeing a second footlocker beneath the bunk, Three moved to the side of the bed and began to drag it out into the open. This one seemed to have a bit more weight to it, as it took a little bit of an effort to slide out.

Three opened the footlocker and was face to face with something extremely familiar: combat armor that looked custom-molded for his form, a gun-belt with two holsters, and a single-capacity shoulder holster. He fitted the gun-belt around his waist and found it to be a perfect match for his waistline. Same for the shoulder holster. Three then retrieved the MAC revolver and the SIP from his waistband. He slid the SIP into one of the empty hip holsters and the MAC into the shoulder holster. Now THAT felt right. With one empty holster, Three stepped back into the Dining Room and retrieved a second SIP and slid it into the last remaining hip holster. "I don't know why, but this feels so right to me," Three added with a slight grin.

Three then spun on his heels and made his way back to the bridge.