On the main floor- Sven slung the axe and picked up the crate with the help of Lara and Caitlin. Together, they carried it out of the door and into the hall.
Lara tugs at the crate and helps hauling it out through the back door. "About coping, Sven... We must hope we have future. Right? We can not stop to try..." When they get outside she slips and stumbles. She sighs. "We get up and go forward. Is that like you say?" Lara brushes the dirt from her hands. "I have a saying. You not know your next success - if you never fail."
She looks at the crate and her comrades. Sven and Caitlin.
"Who did this warehouse have organized. We look in different lines and find different stuff. We must know if there anything useful."
In Flaxville- Caitlin helped Lara get back on her feet. "Yeah, I get what you're saying," she said. "We've all...we've all lost people, but we have to keep going. Maybe some of those other crates will have tops, or better still coats. It gets cold at night. Probably all clothing of some sort."
Sven nodded. "Okay, let's go back inside and keep looking."
The three of them returned to the main floor.
On the main floor- Lara, Caitlin, and Sven returned to the warehouse floor. Sven picked out another crate in a different section of the floor from where they had found the first one and brought it down with Caitlin's help, then raised his axe to smash it open.
OOC,[b]Tricia[/b] isn't with you. The skinheads captured her a while ago.
[b]Lara[/b], please roll Listen.
"A truck is coming!"Lara is alerting the others. She takes a knee and draws her pistol. She rests her elbows on the newly moved crate and aims in the direction of the sound. "Might be Clyde, might not.."
On the main floor-
"Aunt Mary and Veronica are out front," said Caitlin.
"I'll go make sure they're okay," said Sven, heading out into the hall.
In Flaxville-
Mary Bell/Veronica Bell,[b]Mary[/b] and [b]Veronica[/b] watched as [b]Clyde[/b] pulled up in the pickup truck. There were two unfamiliar women in the cab with him: an absolutely stunning young redhead and a slightly less beautiful raven-tressed woman of about thirty years, carrying a bow and arrows of all things. [b]Jake[/b] was riding in the back of the truck with a man in a military uniform, body armor, and a helmet. He had the gold oak leaves of a major on his collar tabs.
Mary Bell/Veronica Bell,"Your mom is stunning," said the redheaded woman teasingly to [b]Clyde[/b].
"Most people notice [b]Veronica[/b] first, but my mom's always been a looker," said [b]Clyde[/b], parking the truck in front of the two women.
"[b]Jake[/b], glad you made it back," said the older woman. "I see you brought back a few new friends."
"You might say that, [b]Mary[/b]," replied [b]Jake[/b]. This here is [b]Major Nelson Harris[/b] of the U.S. Air Force. Where are the others?"
"Inside," said [b]Veronica[/b], jerking a thumb at the warehouse behind her. "Looking for useful stuff."
The major climbed out of the back of the truck. "Good morning, ladies," he said. "I need to speak to [b]Ms. Lara Voronova[/b]. I've brought a couple of her friends with me: [b]Katarina Iliescu[/b] and [b]Julie St. James[/b]." He motioned to each of the women in the cab in turn.