Ford grabbed a spare helmet, it wasn't set to his custom features but it would work. His armor was damaged but it would still do the job. He walked into the armory and grabbed a new rifle with the built in tactical shotgun, he loaded armor piercing rounds in the rifle and Dragons breath shells in the shotgun. He grabbed his blades on his way up to Carolina. "Almost their, where do you want to meet up?"
Ford was ready for a fight, he was pissed off though. He was ready to kill, He was ready to make someone hurt.
Ford was ready for a fight, he was pissed off though. He was ready to kill, He was ready to make someone hurt.