Fenrir's Fangs

A small grin of joy suddenly get's on Vik's face.
"Good, Carter, you can kill the longarms with your ol buddy Sam, while I get this stuff to the base".
Viktor runs away from the future fight scene, not because he was a coward, he would gladly stay and help out, but he's overweight with the gear he found, so he can't afford to risk that much.
As Viktor runs towards the base, he shouts "Open the **** door".
To which he gets an annoying word "Password".
"I'll kill you, you **** jack off, if you don't open this door". - ragely shouted Viktor.
As the door opens, Vik quickly rushes to it, evading the mutliple Longarms, trying to reach him.
When Sean closes the door behind him, Vik breathes heavily, then turns to Sean, saying
"If you pull out another one of those password jokes..." - sayed with an exhausted voice.

Viktor walks towards the building, then suddenly has a memory, of his room being on the 7th floor.
"...****. I got a 20 kilogramm gear here, plus another 20 I found, and I gotta get this **** to the 7th floor". - thought to himself Viktor,  but then notices a bunch of cliaths.
"They can finally be usefull to me... Hey you cliaths, help me get these things to my room."
The cliathes quickly followed the order, though it was more like a favour. They jelously gased at the shinny, expensive gear their officer found. Truly a good find.
Once that is taken care of, Vik puts the LR8 he took of the body on his table. Time to fully examine it.
The armour took little damage from the fall, it contained 5 pockets, 4 clip holders, and a bag, attached to it.
In the bag, there was some morphine, cheese, sausages, a claw hammer with some cading sets. The pockets had another 4k cash, so it's really a good find. The clip holders were also full, the small ones stored the Colt clips, so it's extra 14 .45 bullets. Not much. Plus two clips of 7.62 chambered AK clips, pretty usefull, considering he now has an AK-47. He notices, that the bag has a hidden hatch in it. Viktor opens it, and notices 3 full boxes of .45 and 2 full boxes of 7.62 ammo. Deeper in the hatch was a box of 12.7 rounds.
Viktor smiles, as on a full box of 12.7 he can guy 2 bottles of wine from the bar, eventhough he doesn't drink. But someone does, and that can always be used in the future.
Vik decides to donate the colt and katana, but keep the AK to himself.
Vik loves a melee fight, but katanas remind him of shitty animes before the outbreak.
Pistols are weak, not enough firepower, nor firing speed. No...Vik loves to spew many bullets.
After donating the pistol and katana to the Fenrir's Fangs storage, he makes his way to the Wolf's Den.
Time to get another coca-cola.