Taking the fire escape up to the roof of the bar was straightforward, as the route appeared to be used quite frequently by anyone who didn't want too much trouble. Naturally, he went first largely because of Aeron's state of monility-focused attire. He'd heard of a major weapons-shipment, and figured security would be super-tight as every dog and their mother would be wanting a piece of that action.

Instead, he would pick through the remains like carrion, only needing to worry about the other scavengers. Thankfully, many of them had established a gentleman's agreement to only take what they can fix, or barter it for easier to fix equipment. As hiesting 'hot' merchandise that did not work, and thus could not be sold, was wasted effort that painted a very large bullseye upon your back.

Still, there were the desprate and the stupid, or the stragglers coming to re-secure their shipment, and it paid to come armed well enough to enforce a civil interaction, as well as dressing appropriately for the occassion. Although the Sacremento Drive Exit laid directly ahead, Twombly's workshop was only a slight detour to their left. Stopping on a rooftop, he made sure to stop Aeron and pointed back towards his place, and then pointed at his beloved silenced 9mm Krinkrakata, quietly suggesting she should probably get something a bit more substantial than knives and ribbons before heading out.

Aeron nodded her head to show she understood what he was implying with his motions, her left ear twitching back slightly as she turned her head in the direction of his home, a place she actually had only been to once, maybe twice, the entire time the two had known each other. Stetching a bit, she figured she would continue to let him lead the way as she was not 100% sure she would be able to recall which home was his, as she normally sent her guards to get him for her. [color=00aeef][b]"So, do you think we will find anything good?"[/b][/color] she questioned as they continued their travel over the rooftops to his abode.

The rest of the trip was generally uneventful, with him offering no answer to her question, aside from marveling at each others monility as they raced each other back to his place, understandably working up a bit of a sweat by the time Twombley could open the door and let his house-guest in through his little workshop. The shop itself was lined along the walls with various weapons, most in various states of repair for lack of parts, but a fair number of them were almost literally up for grabs if someone was willing to scrounge ammunition and sight it in. Leaving Aeron here as the flourescent lights began to cycle-on in the usual factory-staggered startup, he ventured deeper and fetched an old green cloak with red trim and his silenced 'Grizzly Bear' slung over his shoulder with a few spare magazines and his own gas-mask in-hand. He tossed the cloak at Aeron, offering explaination only after she caught it, [b][color=ed145b]"Dust storm out there is one of our biggest worries today. Aside from you being recognized by anyone with a grudge."[/color][/b]

Aeron wasn't exactly pleased that he pointedly ignored her question, but there also wasn't much that she could do about it at the time. However, she did catch the times he would pause to watch her jump, something she more or less planned on getting him back for... eventually. [color=00aeef][b]"Not that many people should... unless there is another Mob boss out there who just wants my territory... which is actually very likely. Anyway, got anything assault rifles that aren't horrible when they aren't Zero'd?"[/b][/color] she questioned as she started to rummage around his workshop, [color=00aeef][b]"Preferably something light weight and easy to use as a bat if I need to."[/b][/color]

Twombly unslung his rifle and handed it to her, along with ammunition, lil Grizzly wieghed-in at somewhere around six kilograms with all its attachments, but a nod and the fact he was going to be using it himself was enough confirmation that the gun was indeed sighted-in and in working-order. He also pulled a somewhat beaten-up looking Mac-10 off the wall and handed that to her as well, then palmed a few extra magazines for his little beastly sidearm. Nodding quietly, he flicked-off the lights and led the way back out into the night, locking the door behind them.

Walking out into the street, Twombly leveled his gun to oncoming traffic, a truck of some sort headed for one of the lesser domes with medical supplies and whatever other things this town made that the outlying settlements found useful. He personally wasn't interested in hijacking the shipment, just that leveling a gun was quite a bit more effective at convincing drivers to stop than simply sticking your thumb out by the side of a road.

Aeron raised an eyebrow as Twombly leveled his firearm at the incoming vehicle, though she did not complain about his methods as it ensured the vehicle came to stop. Inside was a rather flustered looking Cheetah that looked like she had had entirely too many cups of coffee ontop of her already jittery nature. [b][color=orange]"C-can I h-help the two of you?"[/color][/b] she stammered out just before Aeron told her that they just needed a ride through the dome and out into the wastelands. On top of that, the Cheetah wouldn't even have to bother with stopping, she would just need to slow down enough for her two passengers to jump right off.

Once the Cheetah agreed, after some more persuasion and a promise from Aeron that they wouldn't take a damn thing, the two were chilling in the back of the truck and driving away. [color=00aeef][b]"Welp, here we go, mask up and we can go see all the goodies we can find,"[/b][/color] she stated as they neared the exit, pushing her to cover her face with the mask. Once it was nestled properly, she relaxed and scanned around, only to spot a commotion not too far away. Curious, she tugged on Twombly's coat and motioned to the location before she banged on the truck to signal the driver to slow down. 

When the truck reached a reasonably safe speed, she hopped off and kept the momentum going as she ran a bit before slowing to a stop. Turning, she waited patiently for Twombly to catch up, not at all pleased with the fact a dust storm had kicked up. If anything, it meant finding their way back would probably be a bit of a pain in the ass.

Twombly was quickly out after Aeron, and was first to find cover in some buildings, staying put only long enough for his partner to find cover and get herself into a position for him to start a bounding maneuver from one ruined building to the next, trying their best to stay out of sight and cover some decent ground, but never allowing themselves to get too far apart if anything were to happen.

Up ahead was the grissly scene of a fresh firefight, a burning truck was still smoldering with bits and pieces of weapons and ammunition stewn about the wasteland, the howling sands already threatening to swallow up these treasures forever, what few bits of intact munituins left in the truck were already starting to cook-off from the intense heat.

Working quickly, they made it to the nearest building to the carnage, a busted and blown-out factory, roughly 2 to 4 stories tall depending on whether or not you wanted to bother with an intact roof over your head, it provided some shelter from the wind and a bit more concealment from any stragglers. Or so he hoped. He hadn't counted on someone else having precisely the same idea, and soon came face to face with a black hearing-impaired wolf with a sniper-rifle.
[@FallenTrinity]