Larsson snapped a crisp salute and watched Strict mutter into his vox bead. Thankfully he hadn't grabbed his from the locker yet so he didn't have to hear his chatter. He returned to his locker, and punched in the pin, allowing him access to his ammo, and gear. He was definitely going to need it all. He buckled on his flak jacket, checking his magazines and gear pouches, adjusting as needed. Slinging his shotgun, he clicked on his vox bead, getting a check with station. Walking over to dispatch, he checked the control layout, to see what units were near by. Recognizing Enforcer Strict's unit on their way, he cycled through the next group spotting Enforcer Gunderson's unit. Changing some settings while walking to the Arbite armory counter, he opened the line to Gunderson.
"Ey Gunderson, route your unit to meet me two streets north of the PDF armory," he said motioning to the armory clerk for ammo for the shotgun. "Really, man? Were 'bout to gerroff shift!" came the gruff reply. "I don't give a rats ass Gun, we've got some shit to deal with. Or you can deal with Chief's shit job of...whatever he decides" he replied loading his shotgun while jogging to the motor pool. After a pause in which Larsson busied himself situating the rest of the shotgun ammo, Gundarson responded. "Sigh, alright, we are rerouting." With a grin, Larsson hopped on a squad bike, and punched the activation code. "Cheer up Gun, we're bringing the law to the lawless," he said with a smirk while donning the helmet. "Oh and dont forget the big toys," he said before cutting the vox. He opened the throttle, smoking out the motor pool.
He loved this shit.