Erika let the others remain outside for a little longer. She decided to enter the building next. She found the boy that was saved resting on the bed and Elyana right beside him. Her rifle was as old as the Voltzwagon they found them in. Bolt actions were a thing of the past. Semi automatics were commonly used now. It was a good idea for Miles to decide to have a few weapons sent over to them. With better weapons their chances of survival might just increase. She walked over to the mini fridge and bent down and opened it. Reaching into it and pulling out a bottle of the Wayland Cola. She twisted it open and moved to sit at her desk. She decided it wouldn't hurt to check her emails. Maybe her father responded yet. 

          Miles stepped over to the side letting the others continue to engage in their conversations. He pulled out his comlink and pressed a button on it. "This is Major Miles, I am putting in a order for some guns to be delivered to the quarters of Lieutenant Erika Brawns." He said. He then waited for the response which followed soon after. "The order has been submitted and will be delivered to you shortly." Miles nodded and looked over seeing that they were being joined by three others. There little group was growing it would seem. The more the better I suppose. He walked over to greet them and as he got closer he soon gathered that, this trio was the oddest combination he had seen so far. The two oriental people were understandable ,but they had a older latino following after them. From the opened shirt of the Japanese male he could tell from the tattoos that this man was Yakuza. Or some oriental gang member. The lady,... she could be as well. It was hard to tell. "Can I help you three?" He asked.

              "Yojiro, Jin Yojiro. I have taken notice that your crew has a better chance of survival then our small one. So we decided that perhaps we should join you. More members might help you in a way." Yojiro answered. He moved his shirt revealing his own weapons. Two chrome shiny 45 automatic pistols. Then there was the fact that at his hip was his Nodachi. A blade much like a katana but the blade itself was longer then normal. It also required two hands to wield it properly. Unless you know how to wield it like Yojiro does. His tattoos covered most of his chest and rib cage. "Of course what I have is not exactly enough. Was hoping we might get better armed as well." He said. Miles looked to him and the others. Other then Ramiro armed with a shotgun, they most certainly were not really well equipped. 
"Who are your friends?..."Miles asked.
Yojiro looked behind him and then pointed to Taki. "This is Taki, she is the only thing I have left in this world. I am not going to let those things take her away too." He answered. He then pointed towards Ramiro. "Him,... he goes by Ramiro. He is just a new friend I gained in trying to survive this mess. According to Taki, he is quite reliable."

       Once more they received a nod from Miles. "Well as far as weapons go. I did put in a order for a box to be delivered to us. These guns should keep you well equipped enough to survive this. The only thing left is dependent on your resolve. Guessing it is pretty good if the three of you made it this far at least." He said. He then walked away allowing the others to make their own acquaintances.