The weapons room:

     "I'm making a couple of trips," Adam said. "I want to fill the van up as much as I can." 

     "A little overboard, maybe?" Gramps asked. 

     "Why leave any weapons behind if we can help it?"

     "But we're not going to be getting anymore from the Azure, either. I say, take what we think we're going to need and leave the rest."

     "With a few extra pieces just in case. How about that?" 

     The four warriors strapped on grenade belts.

     Two dozen grenades for each belt, each grenade the size of a quarter.

     Grenades that would attach themselves to anything once they were thrown. 

     Gramps and Adam hung rifles from each shoulder.

     Over their grenade belts, they strapped on holsters so they could carry two hand blasters with them into battle.

      Another hand blaster went down the front of Adam's pants.

     Gramps strapped a missile blaster the size of a kitchen chair to his shoulder.

      Adam picked up a sonic bazooka to hold loose in his hand.

      "I hate it that it's come to this," Gramps said.

      Adam shrugged. 

      "I like the fact that we've survived long enough to fight," he replied.

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