[quote=@Silver]
In addition to the rifle he had brought with him, he found four rifles and ammunition, two pistols, various pieces of equipment, rations of food and water, and four uniforms. In the last locker he opened he finally came across a square white medical kit. He took it off the wall and set it on the floor, kneeling beside Eliza. 
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(Not disregarding your previous post, I had just been planning on using some of this aforementioned equipment. Just quoted so I wouldn't confuse you.)

As Eliza readied herself for the journey, Phineas picked up the Mediterranean chart and carefully ripped off the section that contained Egypt and Libya, stuffing it into his shirt pocket for later use. He cast his eyes over the remaining equipment. The rifles would certainly be of no use if they wanted to maintain even the slightest semblance of a low profile. Instead, he picked up the pair of pistols. They were relatively new, polished and loaded, but there was only a single small box of extra ammunition. He tucked one pistol into his belt, hiding it under his shirt behind his back, and placed the other in his bag, along with the ammunition, rations and what remained of the medical kit. He closed the bag tightly and slung it over his shoulder.

Every moment, the sky outside was getting brighter. It was not yet dawn, but the unmistakeable tinge of grey sunlight tinted the otherwise blue sky as the stars slowly faded from view. Phineas quickened his pace to catch up to Eliza, who had already begun to trek up the first dune. His shirt flapped in the wind as he padded through the soft sand.

As they climbed the dune, Phineas glanced at Eliza. "I grabbed the pistols," he said, "But it would likely be best if we avoided using them." He took a breath; the steep dune was unforgiving on his lungs. "We may run into border patrols or a checkpoint if we stick to the roads, in which case we'll have some explaining to do. What's our story, then?"