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B.J. Blazkowicz
Naturally, B.J. trekked over to the weapon cache. Such was the price of not conserving his ammunition while on a multiversal trip of the ages. He'd fallen a little behind Lealan as she followed the trail, so when the thugs kicked off and aimed their weapons at her, B.J. stood outside the entrance and was this close to blowing, shooting, stabbing, and strangling every thug inside. At least, if he had the ammo capabilities to do so. Thankfully, everything was resolved peacefully, so Blazkowicz figured he'd enter, too.
He carefully creaked the door open, shutting it behind him. He approached the group, arms raised for a few seconds. "Don't worry, folks, I'm with 'em." Regardless of what they said, Blazkowicz laid each of his five most used weapons on a nearby table: two Shockhammers, two Sturmgewehrs, and his LaserKraftWerk. He wasn't in any mood to deal with trust issues at the moment. "Right, I hope it ain't too much to spare 'some' rifle ammo, shotgun shells... maybe some other bullets." He then ran his hand over the LKW, making a mental note to clean it later. "You also happen to have any battery packs? Charging stations? My girl here's runnin' dry."
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