Cthulhu Tech; Aeon War 1; Shadows of Munich

[Ghal Marak]

George laughed on the inside. For some reason people tend to overlook him, and it seems to have happened again. Outwardly, he raised his voice and addressed the Marshal. "Excuse me, where might I find the armory?" He always had an affininty with personal weapons, and he wanted to look over the selection he had access to. So... this is it. I wonder why I'm needed here. It's not like they need another gun. As soon as he thought it, he cast the thought out of his mind. He found it easiest to go with the flow, and he wasn't about to start questioning orders.