"Take him to the armory," Chud ordered.

  "Follow me, Jason." Rellik led me to a wooden door in the corner of the room. Inside, weapons lined the walls, and a worn table dominated the center. Another door stood behind it.

  "?Ayuda!" Rellik called out.

  A muscular man emerged from the back room, wearing only an apron and blue jeans. His Spanish accent was thick as he spoke. "Hola Rellik, ?quién es este buen joven?"

  "This is Jason," Rellik replied.

  "Encantado de conocerte, Jason." The man smiled warmly. "?Le puedo ayudar en algo?"

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  "He needs guns," Rellik explained.

  "Ah, lo usual." Ayuda walked to a wall of handguns and selected a Glock. "Aquí tienes mi amigo," he said, presenting it to me.

  "How much do I owe you?" I asked.

  "Es gratis para ti," he replied with a wave of his hand. I weighed the gun in my palm – only the second real firearm I'd ever held.

  "Do you have any machetes?" I ventured.

  "Sí." His eyes lit up. "How much?"

  "Todo es gratis para ti." He disappeared into the back room, returning with a weathered machete.

  "?Algo más?" he asked as he handed it over.

  "Some grenades and an automatic gun," I added.

  "Okay, just put his stuff in his hammock," Rellik interjected.

  "?Cual es ese?" Ayuda asked.

  "Ask Beto," Rellik replied as we left the armory.

  Back in the main room, Rellik pointed toward a set of metal double doors. "Okay, medics are that way, and so are the shops." He paused. "Oh, and ask Beto to get you a bed."

  Before I could ask where to find this mysterious Beto, Rellik had vanished into the crowd, leaving me standing there bewildered. Great. Now where was I supposed to find Beto?