Maggie Baird

Your arms strain beneath the weight of three full ammo boxes as you follow Maggie into the dim, windowless armory. Guns and boxes line the concrete walls and are haphazardly stacked in every corner. Maggie never takes her eyes off a small clipboard as she points to one metal shelf. Alright, kid, 7.76 rounds go there and our last count lists 13 crates. Crack open one of those boxes and give me the total bullet count. After that we’ll tally the .45 rounds and THEN start cleaning the rifles.