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Jack had decided to do it in one go and had borrowed what was a cross between a cart and a wheelbarrow. He'd loaded in his crate of rifles, John's guns, and had taken Logan's Colt and headed to the compound. He made it to the main doors and then stopped, puzzlin gout how he was going to get everything in to IPD custody. He didn't want the guns in their home. They'd talked about lockup before the baby came and had agreed on the workshop, but now...now with Logan so down, Jack didn't want any guns in the house. He knew Logan and there were times the younger man was prone to doing risky, stupid things. It was just a precaution and they could always get them back out for hunting or whatever.
The problem was he couldn't carry the whole crate. He couldn't get the cart into the compound. That left the options of getting help or taking the guns in a few at a time and he didn't like the idea of just leaving them out here. He knew how well it had gone over when they'd been moving and the gelignite had been left out. But that seemed to be the only option. He opened the crate and pulled out one of the Carbines and then saw someone else.
"Hey," he said warmly. "Can I get a little help?"
The problem was he couldn't carry the whole crate. He couldn't get the cart into the compound. That left the options of getting help or taking the guns in a few at a time and he didn't like the idea of just leaving them out here. He knew how well it had gone over when they'd been moving and the gelignite had been left out. But that seemed to be the only option. He opened the crate and pulled out one of the Carbines and then saw someone else.
"Hey," he said warmly. "Can I get a little help?"
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Date: 2011-09-04 11:39 pm (UTC)And it was as true now as it had been true then. Guns were one of the few things that he was always comfortable with.
"Of course," he told the stranger, with a long look at the crate in question. "That's quite a collection."
It made the two guns he was carrying, seem relatively unimpressive in comparison.
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Date: 2011-09-05 12:11 am (UTC)It was a light question, asking more if he appreciated them than knew that the end with the hole gets pointed toward the target.
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Date: 2011-09-05 12:37 am (UTC)"These going to the Compound?" he added, and it sounded more statement than question.
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Date: 2011-09-05 01:20 am (UTC)"It's a really good hunting rifle here," he said, handing it off. "Made for the battlefield- which we don't have, thankfully."
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Date: 2011-09-06 07:35 pm (UTC)"Kind of you. Guess I must have a more trustworthy face than I thought," he replied with a slight smile as he offered his, human, right hand for Jack to shake. "Nathan, though most people call me Cable."
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Date: 2011-09-06 07:53 pm (UTC)Oh, but that look. That look of real appreciation. These guns were meant to be used and cared for and loved, not left in a crate.
"Do you want it?" he asked. "We can spare that one lock up. And there's boxes of carbine ammo here in the bottom of the crate..."
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Date: 2011-09-07 12:34 pm (UTC)"But, I'd be more than grateful for the gun. They did good work in the 1940s," he added conversationally as he turned the gun over in his hands. "I grew up long after that, in the 40th century, but one of the finest weapons I've ever wielded was made then. All that time hadn't dulled its edges."
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Date: 2011-09-07 08:26 pm (UTC)"I grew up in the 51st, but I was a time traveler so I've been all over. I loved the 40's. I wasn't surprised when the guns showed up. This was years ago, though. Back when this place was still fairly wild.
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Date: 2011-09-07 11:34 pm (UTC)"Wild?" he prompted, encouraging Jack to continue. He was, despite his increasing irritation with his current life, still intrigued by the island of Tabula Rasa and was happy to hear more about the early days that he hadn't seen. "Back when the population was smaller?"
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Date: 2011-09-07 11:51 pm (UTC)He chuckled a bit at the memory of the place he'd torn down and used for the November fifth bonfire.
"And now we've got so much. A nice little society with water and power. This place has grown up like you wouldn't believe."
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Date: 2011-09-09 08:01 pm (UTC)"You were a soldier, in your trips to the 40s, or just a tourist?"
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Date: 2011-09-09 08:06 pm (UTC)"I started at the war at home. A few years of that and I was recruited by an agency that sent me around time to collect things or set things right. A lot of the time I wound up in a war zone, a soldier again. I've seen a lot of wars on a lot of worlds and they're all pretty much the same."