"Get these supplies in, Hoch, Hoch! You have to be quicker with the crane!" Crates were being piled up from the large robotic crane that expanded itself across the entire storage area. A new sector within the facility that still had some kind of sterile feeling that was to be maintained. Most of the cargo crates that were coming in were large amount of food supplies, construction equipment and building materials. There was almost a constant flow of forklift trucks moving in, dropping off supplies and leaving in almost an automated fashion. Even their drivers seemed robotic in movements. Efficiency was paramount here-- An almost Rheinland instinct.
"Halt!" Eric quickly moved himself closer to one of the forklift trucks carrying a distinctive crate from the rest. A green coated steel flight case. The forklift truck carrying swerved out of the flow of supply traffic and stopped. "Did you pick this up from D-container?""Jawhol, It was the only one in there." Eric poped the latches on either side of the crate and hinged open the lid slightly, what laid in there was racks of small arms manufactured by Daumann; Standard issue heated spiker rifles. "This one is for the security office here. Just drop them off next to the door and the guys inside will take care of it." He pointed to a small cubical near the entrance of the warehouse section.
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