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[center][h1][color=9e005d]June Fowler[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Location: MRAP
Skills: N/A[/center]

	Everyone had their jobs. More or less. Kinda of. Everyone found a way to keep themselves busy. Except June who was hiding out in the back of an armored truck to keep herself safe. Billie had gone to check a truck with progress, Lex went and... looted cars. She briefly wondered what the odds of the national guard coming through this street at this time and shooting everyone for looting were. Given a few minutes, and some public information, time on some forums to collect data and create a control based on regional and national movements so far she could probably get it within... 15%. Not exactly exact but she figured the chances of getting shot by the guard or the owners of said cars was higher than she liked. Not that she had access to said data. And not that she had the time to sort out said data. But, June was still in the truck. SO! A win. Always go for whatever wins she could. 

	June was an anxious mess at the moment, and did her best to hide how close she was to having a breakdown. Then Kali pushed by, rushing over to Flynn, and they began to talk. June didn't like it. A plan to start axing off more people? Why not ditch the girl who went with comfort foods instead of survival supplies? It's a fucking gas station! And she wasn't a survival expert! June had lived off worse with less and for long stretches herself! What was the big deal?! June wasn't hyperventilating yet. But she was stressed, overstimulated, and felt her life was in the line of fire. Wait, it was. The world was ending. These was a completely appropriate physical reaction to the level of stress she was under. Even if this was the worst time to have a freak out moment. 

	June missed the tail end of the conversation. But she saw the part that mattered the most. The guns. All three of them. And a collection of magazines. Just, there. Nothing containing them. Nothing to stop anyone from grabbing one. Or a couple. "[color=9e005d]Huh, would you look at that.[/color]" June spoke, a dumb smile on her face like all of her problems just washed away. She grabbed one gun, leveled it at the wall of the truck, finger resting outside of the guard. She forgot how heavy handguns were. She had only handled one once in her life. And nearly blinded herself with her overconfidence in a rather cringe attempt to impress a woman who was probably twice her age at the time. She, was not interested. She had handled airsoft pistols. Cheap light replicas. But they were deceptively like the real thing. She remembered the instructors warning people about bringing real guns to the range due to how often people mixed them up. 

	She pointed the gun up, gave it a visual once over, spent a moment looking it over. After a moment, she found the safety, the release for the magazine, and checked the slider to make sure the gun was in fact loaded and chambered. A trained eye could spot she was unfamiliar with this weapon, but familiar with guns in general. An expert eye could tell she barely knew how to hold a handgun, and was compensating with her other knowledge in a desperate attempt to seem in control. To an untrained eye, June may come across as one of the more capable people with a gun in the truck. She then slide the belt within her belt. Sure, a holster would be better, but she didn't own one. She didn't even have a pistol permit in the state of New York. Or any state for that matter! But, there was more. Two more guns, three more magazines. How much did she trust the others. Even armed herself, how long until she was booted off the truck. Without saying a word, she grabbed the other pistols and slide them into her laptop satchel bag. Then tossed the spare magazines into the bag. 

	As Flynn called out asking for help with the officers, June looked up a rather empty expression on her face. "[color=9e005d]Y-yeah... I can help.[/color]" The guns made her feel more confident, more powerful. Unbeatable. "[color=9e005d]Let's do this![/color]" She exclaimed, a smile returning to her face with her confidence. Stepping up to Flynn and the officers to offer her assistance.