Chrome sighs, and stops his cigarette on the ground.
"Hell. What a day..." He mutters, and checks the co-ordinates on the phone once more. "Well then. Not gonna do shit by just standing here. Later, bow-dude." Chrome mutters casually as he takes a deep breath, then continues onto his usual sprint through the alleyways, trying not to bust through as many wired gates this time, because he wasn't in a rush, although he was sure to stay out of public sight.
Chrome began to be a little quieter as he started getting near the facility. He couldn't see it yet, but according to his phone, it wasn't that far ahead. Giving a sigh, he pulls out his phone and texts T.J. He needed some fire-power.
'Hey, T.J, if you're done crying, meet come over to where I'm at. Pronto. I need one of your AK's, and a shit-ton of bullets.' Chrome texts, and it wasn't long before he got one back. Chrome was laying low behind the cover of a dumpster, and he reads T.J's text.
'DAMN! YOU ACTUALLY DID IT! I OWE YA 1, DAWG! I'LL BE RIGHT OVER, SIT TIGHT!' T.J. texts back, and Chrome chuckles to himself as he read the text. He always thought T.J.'s texts were a little annoying as they were all in caps, but that was just him.
Chrome waits for a while before T.J. arrives via motorbike, a large duffel bag on his back. T.J was a large, African-American man who usually worn a skull bandana. He looked quite frightening, but once you heard his voice and seen how much of a scaredy-cat he was, you got used to his disnerving appearance. T.J rushes off the motorbike beside Chrome, and punches Chrome lightly in the shoulder, it giving a light *clang* as he did so.
"Damn, dawg! You and your buddies totally saved my ass back there! Say, you wanted an AK? You got an AK alright, metalboy! With a little... heh... bonus." T.J. said with a wink, and Chrome kneels down to open up the black duffel bag - it would usually be used to hold sports gear, but it was all for disguise. The cops didn't come round here much, but if they did, they'd certainly question a suspicious looking bag.
Inside the bag was an AKM, loaded a full magazine of 30 bullets, and the bag came with 5 more magazines inside, as well as a strap to wear around himself. Just what he needed. It wasn't long before Chrome saw the 'bonus' - a finely made Japanese katana in pristine condition, razor sharp and ready for use.
"Ho...ly...shiiiit." Chrome mutters as he levitates the katana in front of him, getting a good look at it. "Where in the HELL did you get this?" He says, grinning with delight and looking at T.J, who chuckling.
"Heh! Damn fools down at that lil' weapon gallery left it unguarded! Took my boys five minutes to loot the place of everything that wasn't rusted! Figured you'd like it." T.J. says, and Chrome gratefully puts a hand an T.J's shoulder.
"This is all I need, T.J." Chrome says with a slight smile and a nod, and T.J gives a nod before jumping back on his motorcycle, and speeding away through the alleys.
"Later, dawwwwwwgg....!"
Chrome strapped the AKM round his shoulder, and the 5 extra clips of ammunition stuck around his hips like a magnet. As for the katana, he kept it levitated next to him. He was ready. And now he just needed to think of a plan. He was ready to earn the truth about his past.