Kevin was a bit surprised when he was handed two full magazines, but he wasn't going to argue. One he tapped off the stock of his rifle and then snapped into place, the other he tucked away in a free pouch. "Always good to have." he agreed when he explained they had also gotten some extra medical supplies. He didn't usually need to be patched up, but he could always patch up someone else. With that taken care of, they headed out the gate and off to their destination. While they got started in the direction they had been going the previous day, the contractor started blinking through the menus projected onto his eye protection, getting them a heading and looking for places to stop.

He wasn't quite done analysing their path when his companion spoke up again. Zara wanted to know where they went from here. "We could try just bee-lining it, stop wherever we end up. It wouldn't cut any time off our trip, though, I don't think." he replied with a shrug, "I was going to take us through some shaman territory on a bit of a shortcut. Bit of a dicey area, especially considering anyone I knew there is dead now... Coyote keeps me awake all night there, regardless of the situation, though, so I figure we'll be all right..." more shrugging and the soldier found some more words, "I think we might stop off and bother what's left of Blackwater on the way... Assuming they let us find them..." Most people assumed that Blackwater had died after a court order demanded the liquidation of the company, but they often forgot that the man who'd created the company had bailed long before then, leaving the renamed private security fiasco in the hands of private investors. His much more private outfit was alive and well, but they were much more selective of their clients now. So much so that they were hiding out in the wasteland where not even vampires could find them.

"I like that, actually... Let's see... We'll spend tonight on shaman lands, and tomorrow we'll traipse over and see if anyone on duty recognizes me, and within two days after that we should be at our destination..." mostly speaking to himself at this point, Kevin plotted them a course on his heads-up-display, and then realized that his time estimate was going to be off. They weren't moving quickly enough. At his pace they could make it, but with Zara lollygagging like she was, they'd end up spending the better part of a day in shaman territory and far longer than was really safe wandering around in full view of Blackwater snipers. He started trying to re-plot a route, but decided there wasn't a better one. "Fuck it..." he whispered, hoping Coyote was up for some crazy shit. Then he cleared his heads-up-display of anything he didn't need, and followed the little dotted line projected over the landscape, scanning his arcs lazily and hoping no one out here had enough fuel to pose a risk of running them down...