Austin handed the UMP and the Glock over to Sumners before turning back to the armory. He took one of the two Benelli M4s and slung the strap diagonally over his shoulders before firmly pressing the stock into the crook of his arm, he checked moved to chamber a shell, but there was nothing in the shotgun. It was probably for the best, seeing as you should never store a loaded gun. The pilot grabbed a handful of shotgun shells and flipped his shotgun over, propping his leg up on a box to support it as he loaded all five shells into it (with the safety on of course). Once his hand was empty, he grabbed five more shells and loaded four, chambered one, and then loaded the final one. It was full, he knew, and he let the shotgun hang as he lifted his new Glock.
Austin dropped the magazine from it and caught it in his hand, it was also empty, so he grabbed one of the extra mags off of the wall and began to load each of them. He muttered to himself, "God, I hate loading M-fucking-9s, it's a real pain in the ass..." The pilot was clearly irritated, remembering his days of manually reloading 9mm magazines. Even though he was clearly fast and handled the magazine expertly, he still absolutely hated reloading pistol mags.