Well I Don't Know What's Going On, But Hell, Count me in

"Brave, even the psychological half of me, that most deem insane, was just as brave as I was. Yet both of us were terrified for each other." Flippy muttered to himself. Thinking back on it all for just a few moments, however quickly pulling himself away from the memories. Instead he too his weaponry, setting it down not too far off from the set of crates. However it was far enough that he would at least remember what gear he had chosen.

"Flippy, either one cold mother fucker, or dense as a brick." Fliqpy commented from the sidelines once more, giving a soft chuckle in amusement.

"Ever considered she may just be manipulative?" Flippy muttered under his breath, as he picked up several box magazines for the M60, a multitude of magazines for the M1911, two boxes of twelve gauge shells for the 870 shotgun, and a box of 7.62x51mm rounds for the M40 sniper rifle. "Sometime I'll have to teach myself what some of his various weapons are. May be useful in the long run to know what's, what."

"Flippy, they can't be all that different from what we usually use. Most of them likely rely on the exact same premise as any gun we've handeled before, the difference most are just improvements, and over the top versions of what we had. Speaking of which, grab that assault rifle." Fliqpy said, on his last sentence directing Flippy's attention toward what appeared to be a much more futuristic variant of the M16 assault rifle they were all but too familiar with. ( images.wikia.com/battlefield/images/1/1b/BF3_M16A4_3D_Model_2.png )

Flippy, despite everything he had already taken, decided one last rifle couldn't hurt. After all the Marine core had taught him, being prepared for anything was always important. After all, due to lack of preparation in some areas of operations, many people died, hence the reason Flippy had begun to try and get everything he could when it was offered. So thus he took the rifle, and several magazines for it also, to add to the pile of guns and ammunition he already had.

Francis in the meantime had busied himself studying the rifle he was given, learning the operating system as quickly as he could. It didn't take him too long to learn how to rack the bolt back, eject the magazine, change the selective fire mode, which he still had no idea what each setting could, and generally at least be able to use the weapon in combat. "Ja, German engineering is good. Problem is, I command tanks. I'm not front line infantry." He mused with a smirk.

"I suppose we should. If it's populated, they might have a spaceport. And we can get out of here." Garen replied. He simply acted like he never saw Malice, though he did. He went back to meditating, and found it calming. "I see... A city. Towers. It's small. But it has people. A large road ahead leads to it." He said, telling Carter what he saw.

Garth watched as the cars drove away, looking troubled and perplexed. "Could that have been the group from earlier or maybe ju--" He looked down at the camaro with an angered expression on his face and jumped down. Garth began to channel electricity in one hand and walked up to the car before noticing the man he once saw before in the forest. He walked up to the group and spoke in a clear voice "Have any of you seen anything out of the ordinary lately?" Garth had sensed that Malice was nearby and wanted to know how he escaped from the previous realm. 

"Fine..." Carter grunted. "Go with your friend, I'll find a way to get this boy up." He walked towards the station and signaled for the lone employee inside to come out which he promptly did. "How may I help?" the employee asked Carter. Carter pulled out a couple of bank notes "How much gas for these?". The man froze for a moment, "That's not a currency I can accept, sir". Carter tone of voice changed to a more threatening one "I'll ask again: How. Much. Gas. For. These?" he said while slowly moving towards the baton. "There are cameras here, you know." the man said as he clinched his fists before he received a blow from the baton that knocked him down and out. "Yeah. I know" Carter whispered. Carter then moved towards the pumps and inserted one of them into the vehicle. After the fuel tank was full he changed his attention to the back of the car. "Get out, go inside and wipe out the camera footage, we don't want any trouble with the law for now." he told Vector and then swiftly picked up the man's body to place it inside. "I'll go look for any tools that'll help get that thing run better."

Jason just stood there. "Can someone inform me on this primitive technology? It's been awhile since I've handled hand held guns."

Malice appeared on the top of a tree staring down on the group noticing Garth join the group. Then Malice spoke directly into Garth's head. "I wish you would have taken my offer."

"Alright, alright. I'm coming." Flippy called out in reply, as he picked up the two dufflebags he had loaded his guns, and ammunition into. Carrying them both on a strap, that was held to his shoulder. He said nothing to the men as he left, simply tossing his gear into the bed of the jeep, and getting into the passenger seat once more. The only gun he had on him now was an M1911 fastened to his belt with a holster, and few magazines, which were tucked inside the pocket of his pants. "Perhaps when we get to the city I can look for a replacement, for the jacket I lost. I prefer camo, to black any day."

Francis followed close behind Flippy, toting the G36K, which he also placed inside the truck, instead of taking his old Luger, he left it behind, replacing it with another German weapon. A H&K MK.23 45.ACP pistol ( cdn2.armslist.com/sites/armslist/uploads/posts/2011/04/12/123927_01_hk_mark23_45acp_with_virdian_l_640.jpg ) Along with a few magazine, he now had the pistol strapped onto his belt, along with several magazines which he had tucked away in his jacket.