The storage rooms

"Man you have to love these things" Allen smiled as the door slide open for them.

"They sure brought a lot of stuff, veronica shined her light at the stacks upon stacks of crates that nearly fill the entire room. "Think they were prepped for a long voyage?"

"Well, I don't think they made any pit stops, half these cases are already empty"

"Allen, come, look at this." his wife motioned as she leaned over behind one of the shelving units.

Both of them looked down at an open case lying on the floor, Inside they recognized a row of M-42's, a standard issue plasma rifle.

"Now these are gonna get us some money!"

"I thought we were trying to stay out of trouble," she furrowed her brow as her husband picked up one of the weapons with a childhood gleam in his eyes.

"Hon come on, do you have any idea how much these could go for if we find someone who can sell these."

"You do whatever you want Allen Hannisen," she placed her hands on her hips. All I know is I don't want to deal with this. I'm heading head over to medical.

"Right, fine go ahead. I'll sort through and deal with this." he looked over at the other cases.