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The armory had gotten quite full in the span of a few minutes. Lysandra and Cerise had unexpectedly mixed themselves in with the team assigned to loading the vans. Toes inevitably got stepped on here and there, so Dallas freed himself from the supply wing and checked on the cargo that was already loaded. He took the bundles and crates brought out by the others and packed them into van #2. Boxes were stacked and tied together to prevent them from toppling over. Spare weapons were slotted into racks bolted to the inside of the vehicle. If there was too much or too little of a requested item, Dallas sent one of the the other revenants back to straighten it out. Most of the bulk goods in the base were properly labeled, so the loading procedure was going smoothly, and at this point over three-fourths of the material they needed was packed. 

Dallas took another look at Poppy's list, conveniently taped to the door of the van. He jumped out of the back of the vehicle and intercepted Ionna, who was walking up while balancing a couple of ammo cases over her head. [color=darkorange]"Ionna, the list says two bandoliers of .357, not two cases. Let me take those back."[/color] Dallas smoothly pilfered the boxes from his shrimpy companion and started making his way back to the armory. Cerise was on her way out carrying her rifle and other effects, and Dallas exchanged greetings with her as the two crossed paths. Vincent and Desmond were coming out with a fair bit equipment as well, enough to wrap up Poppy's shopping list from the looks of it, and Lysandra wasn't far behind with a box or two of her own. 

Dallas stacked the cartridges with the rest of the cached pistol rounds and dusted his hands against his pants. The general supply run was pretty much complete. He scanned his eyes across the sea of packages and containers and located the metal stand holding his personal weapon. Dallas marched over and rested his hand on the metallic haft, which was a little over five feet long. There was a strip of alloy just under the giant axe blade, wrapped around the handle and bolted on to keep it from falling apart. This nameless battle axe had served as the executioner to dozens of Lost. Dallas couldn't remember who forged it. He did not even know if he was its rightful owner, though the weapon's weight seemed to balance in his hands perfectly. He heaved the axe onto his shoulder and walked back towards his other team members, who were putting the finishing touches on supply detail. 

[color=darkorange]"I think we're about done everybody. We should follow Cerise's example and start organizing our personal equipment. Erik and Ajax are should be on their way to do the same thing."[/color] Dallas elbowed the door of the van closed. [color=darkorange]"Poppy is in charge of our medical kit, so we don't need to worry about that. She probably has Akaia taken care of by now. Let's suit up and wait for the others."[/color]