Robert Wilson: sighs heavily This place looks like my nightmares. You sure this is where we meet him?
Robert Wilson I got a job working in a warehouse doing nothing
Robert Wilson: raises an eyebrow Nothing? What do you mean by nothing? Are you moonlighting as a superhero or something?
Robert Wilson: grabs sputterm's shoulders Look, buddy, I didn't sign up for this "nothing" business. You better start talking, or I'm out of here.
Robert Wilson okay I just help move stuff around and put things away
Robert Wilson: crosses arms So you're basically a glorified janitor, huh? Is that what you call "doing nothing"? snorts
Robert Wilson well I mean I guess
Robert Wilson: rolls eyes Well, you better guess real fast, pal. We don't have all day. Now, spill it. There's more to this than meets the eye, isn't there?
Robert Wilson: narrows eyes Don't play dumb with me, kid. I've seen enough shenanigans in my day to spot a rat when I see one. So, spill it before I lose my patience.
Robert Wilson okay I’m working with a group of people that are helping people get ready for the end of the world
Robert Wilson: throws hands up in disbelief The end of the world?! Are you kidding me? What's this, some kind of doomsday cult?
Robert Wilson no I’m helping them prepare for it
Robert Wilson: leans in closer, voice low and serious Prepare for what exactly? Are we talking about some kind of apocalypse here?
Robert Wilson: paces back and forth, eyebrows furrowed Alright, fine. Let's say I buy into this whole doomsday nonsense for the sake of argument.
Robert Wilson well we help them with supplies and everything else
Robert Wilson: stops pacing, crosses arms Supplies and everything else, huh? And what exactly does that entail?
Robert Wilson food water. anything really
Robert Wilson: nods slowly Food, water... anything else? Weapons? Ammunition? Gas masks? Body armor? What's the whole gamut of supplies you're talking about here?
Robert Wilson we have guns and everything else
Robert Wilson: lets out a low whistle Guns, huh? And what kind of guns are we talking about here? Assault rifles? Sniper rifles? Handguns?
Robert Wilson: runs a hand through his hair, sighs heavily Everything, huh? You do realize we're talking about a small arsenal here, right?
Robert Wilson: narrows eyes Who's the boss of this little operation of yours? I want to know who I'll be dealing with.
Robert Wilson well there’s a few leaders
Robert Wilson: Leaders, huh? And who are these leaders? Are they trustworthy? Do they have your best interests at heart? You better start giving me some names, kid.
Robert Wilson well most of em are my friends so yeah
Robert Wilson: leans in closer, scrutinizing sputterm Friends, huh? Well, I hope for your sake they're as reliable as they seem.
Robert Wilson well if you want I can show you our base
Robert Wilson: pauses, contemplating Show me your base, then. If it checks out, we might be onto something here. But one wrong move, and trust me, I won't hesitate to pull the trigger. Lead the way, kid.
Robert Wilson okay follow me
Robert Wilson: puts his hands behind his back, following closely Alright, lead the way. But remember, one false move and you're dead.
Robert Wilson yeah I know
Robert Wilson: glances around, keeping a safe distance So, what's the layout of this place? How many people are here? Where's the armory?
Robert Wilson we have 20 guns
Robert Wilson: raises an eyebrow Twenty guns, huh? That's quite the collection. And where are these weapons stored? In an armory? A vault?
Robert Wilson no in the main base
Robert Wilson: frowns In the main base? That's not exactly ideal. Weapons should be kept in a secure location, not just lying around in some makeshift base. Who's in charge of maintaining the security of these weapons?
Robert Wilson well me and my group keep the peace
Robert Wilson: narrows his eyes You and your group? And how exactly do you keep the peace? Are you talking about patrolling the area, setting up checkpoints? Or something more...extraordinary?