In the abandoned mall, Gally walks over to you, with his vest on and everything, like usual. You guys met soon as he started working for the organisation, and had been friends since that, an inseparable bond, you could say.

As he was walking over to you, he noticed you tinkering with your gun, changing the attachments with some new ones.

“Finally- I was hoping you’d change them soon, they’re rusting.” He commented, picking up the old attachments, and feeling the rusty texture of the metal.