Pained though his manhood may have been, Duncan felt a rush of exhilaration as they broke through the guards' lines. The Galbadians hadn't managed to get themselves organised just yet, falling without incident. It felt good to have a gun in his hands once again, to be able to stand up to his captors in equal grounds. He privately hoped that he found Mako before the others; Duncan had a score to settle with that sadistic [i]cunt.[/i] Before long they reached the main armoury and set about breaking open storage containers until they found their weapons. Duncan couldn't find his rifle though, Xerox's little wunderwaffe. Still, there was a good supply of Galbadian weaponry to choose from, so he outfitted himself with the heaviest machine-gun he could carry and enough explosives to level a small town. Galbadian armour was plentiful too, he wouldn't be completely unprotected. What they lacked was a way to transport everyone else's kit; some of them had ridiculously over-sized weapons, that scythe for example. Why some SeeDs chose to use such showy kit, he couldn't never understand... But Duncan shook that thought away. They had work to do. [b]'Alright people, let's find a good choke point and dig in. We're on the defensive now, at least until the others catch up with us.'[/b] He grinned widely at Minerva. [b]'And you get the envious job of being our only front-liner. Me and Griff'll pour the lead on, try to keep them at a distance. But if they get close, then it's your turn.'[/b]