Snippet #4458

Joey looked to the SWAT officers, and nodded. It's not like he had a choice, seeing how these SWAT guys had just saved his ass. He at least owed them this favor. "Fine." He said, walking over to his cycle, grabbing his C.T.A.R. , making sure it was loaded, before attaching it to it's shoulderstrap, and slinging it over his shoulder. "But if we come back as man-nibblers, dont blame us. But by all means, feel free to shoot us." He smirked. He drew his revolver from his leg holster, pushing the cylinder out. All six shot still were inside the gun. He pushed it closed again, replacing it in his holster.

He turned back to Sam. "It's gonna be a fun ride, buddy. And we might not make it back. But lets pack up. We'll do everything we can....Shit. Two officers plus us is four people. 'GU' is a tough bike, but I dont know if she can take four people for an hour. Much less give us no trouble. " He looked to his bike. "But hell. All else is against us. Might as well chalk it up, right?" He jogged to his bike, digging out his box of shotgun shells from his backpack, which he tossed to Sam casually. He then took account of what ammo he had left. 191 5.56 shots, and 42 more .44 shots, including what was loaded in his sidearm. A litteral "Mass" of 9mm rounds as well. He assumed his axe was still at his house. Unfortunate, but dealable with. He also had his M.R.E.'s, and the pack of noodles, along with his canteens. He was ready to go.

He mounted his bike, looking to Sam. "Come on. When you're ready, we can ride."