#abel2

Ace is sitting on the floor of the supply room, a clipboard on his lap and an open box by his side. He counts the number of items in the box under his breath and marks it down his inventory spreadsheet. Someone else walks in. He doesn’t look up at whoever it is so as to not lose track of where he is and says: “Hey, you haven’t seen the other box of smoke grenades, have you? Its not with the other grenades.”