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	He chuckled softly at the question, not minding that he took another. He had half a carton in his bag, which would be plenty enough until he hit the next town for a supply run. He had a pretty easy trade off for them, a pipe bomb for a carton, which would last him close to two weeks if he was careful, averaging that he only had about five a day. He was actually ahead of schedule, only about three miles from the next town. He could defiantly spare a handful of cigarettes for a fellow survivor. 
[color=9e0b0f]"I've got plenty to spare, and I'll be getting more soon if you'd like to come. There's a town a few miles from here, that we could reach within the next hour or so."[/color]
	He stated simply, his voice taking on the maturity of someone much older and much better at survival than the average. What not many knew about him was that he had been homeless on the streets of the toughest city in the world for almost seven years before he was taken in by his chapter. If he knew how to do anything, it was survive with a bare minimum of supplies. He could ration like none other, and knew just by looking at someone exactly how much food and water they needed to have so they could survive, stay healthy, and still eat very little.

	Reaching into his left jacket pocket, he removed his two pipe bombs, tossing them, as well as one of his many spare zippos, over to Marcus.
[color=9e0b0f]"I hope you got a good arm, cause those will turn anything within a twenty five feet radius into confetti strips."[/color]
	He said with a smirk, before pulling out his supplies from his bags and beginning the process of building the bombs. Same as before, he cut holes into two caps, took out two 4 inchers, fused them, capped one side, then filled them with gunpowder, nails, and rocks, before feeding the fuse through the top and sealing it so the bomb was glues up airtight, otherwise it would only work as a Molotov, not a grenade.