Colin stopped in front of a large space with loads of containers and crates, full of supplies.
"Hello? Murray?" Colin asked.
"Where are you?" the old navy man asked.
"I'm in the cargo hold." Colin said.
Murray wasn't pleased with this.
"The Cargo Hold? Seriously? It'll take you several vital minutes to get... *groan* well while you're there, grab some more supplies! And hurry it up!"
"Right, more supplies on the double!" Colin said as he hung up.
The gamer immediately got to work, rounding up a few boxes of foodstuffs, water, and batteries. After he loaded up a pallet carrier, the gamer smacked a button and drove the lifter up a loading ramp and drove through the halls.
"Okay, I have the supplies and I'm driving a pallet lifter to your position!" the gamer shouted into his dad's phone as bimbos dove out of the way.
"Turn left." the old man said as Colin followed.
"Turn right, then another left... good. Now take a straight shot forward, and floor it!" the old man yelled.
Colin slammed the pedal as hard as he could, zooming forward as he approached the door... and he failed to make it before the door was locked.
"Well, looks like you're on your own tonight, that door isn't opening until morning." Murray said over the phone, "You better be prepared to defend yourself."
Colin immediately dove into the boxes, frantically assembling something to help him out....