Matt listened to the rest of the stories with a smirk. He felt a level of proudness; it was satisfying to hear that the Wild World couldn't beat these guys. Spook's story was especially notable, killing a Shredder with a melee weapon. That was something. It sounded like they had an overall sturdy group of people. He felt, foolishly, relatively safe.

The dinner call brought Matt to his feet. He went straight for the freshly caught and cooked meat, which he bet tasted as good as it smelled. [color=gold]"Thanks, Isis, Jake."[/color] Matt said as he carried the meat back to where he was sitting, near Rig. "I don't believe I've ever tasted Knossa," he said to no one in particular. After eating, he went into the S'awk and went through his gear, organizing it to be grabbed on the fly. He set his SM8 and H8 on the ground near him, then laid his bedroll down. He set down one 5.8x32mm HAP (hypersonic armor piercing) 45rd mag near the SM8, so he'd have 90 bullets (one mag in the gun and the one set out) to throw at something very quickly. Then he set down his survival pack next to the guns if they had to run. He would take his vest off when he went to sleep, which is the reason he made these precautions.

Once done, he picked the SM8 back up and went outside to where he had been sitting and began cleaning the large PDW. It came apart quite easily, being made up of three major parts which, once taken apart, would easily allow access to the rest of the gun's parts. He didn't have much to say so he listened in on the other conversations.