Murry sighed as he looked over the list of requested supplies. He was the closest thing they had to a logistics officer at the moment and that meant he was constantly being asked to look over lists such as these and see what supplies could be given to where. The problem was, while Murry didn't mind helping out with this job, he'd much rather be out in the field again, but not many people were eager to have him on a squad. Stupid superstition, "Excuse me sir?" a voice said, making Murry look up from his papers. 

A man stood in front of the desk, a messenger judging by his gear, he held out a small envelope to Murry. "I was supposed to deliver this to you. I think it's important." Murry took it and read over the letter, expecting to another request form, instead it was something much more interesting. Murry grinned as he finished reading the letter and stood up. He thanked the messenger and walked back into the supply room. 

If the letter was to be believed then this mission was going to be important, but also difficult, and that meant he would need to bring the best equipment possible. However, he would also have to travel light for when they had to leave. He looked over what the camp had to spare, there wasn't much, but he'd make do. He took one SMG with two spare clips, a metal baton, a few explosives, a first aid kit, and some flares. Murry's philosophy had always been better to be prepared for anything, then to be dead. He stuffed most of the equipment in his backpack, and set off for the meeting point. Finally he would be back in the field. He couldn't wait.