A member of the press crew left the first floor meeting room. He passed by two children carrying ammunition.
"Commander Briggins, Yaltsin wishes to interview you," he said.
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The truck made its way to a ravaged luxury store in Surf Point's business district.
A sign that used to read "Gems of the Sea" had been blasted away by weapons fire.
Craters and debris marred the parking lot. The boardwalk had been blown to splinters. Craters, burnt out vehicles and body parts marred the sandy beaches.
"Well here we are," Mr. Bigmouth said.
The soldiers got out of the truck first as they kept their rifles at the ready.
"All right, we need those with magic armor to sweep the beaches for lost jewelry. Be careful, there are still mines and booby traps placed there months ago...and they cannot be detected by the metal detectors but magic may show them. Everyone else, raid the store," Mr. Bigmouth ordered.
Ms. Swimmer grabbed a bandanna and goggles and donned them. She grabbed handheld battering ram placed in the back of the truck and swung it at the door, knocking it off its hinges.